Imagine your OTP taking an oil painting class together.
Ruby hadn’t meant to snoop. She found the sketchbook outside while cleaning up and had merely checked to see if there was a name or an indication on who owned it. Discovering it was Victor’s surprised her and she couldn’t resist flipping through the pages.
He was good. Really good.
So she tucked in the advertisement to an art class that was about to start and returned the sketchpad. Ruby attended the first meeting hoping that Victor would take the hint and show up, but no luck. Ruby figured she might as well try it out as long as she was there. She wasn’t sure she had the patience for oil painting, but it was kind of interesting.
As far as Victor was concerned, it looked like she needed to employ less subtle tactics. “There’s an art class that just started,” she told him next time she saw him at the diner. “Seems like it might be interesting.”
“Yeah, I found an advertisement for it,” he nodded.
“So?” Ruby prompted him. “You thinking of giving it a try?”
Victor answered with a shrug. “I don’t see the point. The ad said the class would focus on oils and watercolors and that kind of thing. I only work with lead and charcoal.”
“But isn’t the point of a scientist to experiment?”
“Yeah, and I’m sure whatever I ended up creating with oils and watercolors would be very experimental,” Victor remarked with an amused look. “Since I can’t see colors, it’d end up looking awful, not to mention a waste of paint.”
“You can’t--” Ruby took a moment to process this. “You can’t see colors? Any of them?”
“Nope. You know how movies and television used to be in black-and-white? That was my world.” Ruby picked at her own red shirt. She couldn’t imagine not seeing the vibrant color. “Except for red,” he added, as if reading her mind. “I can pick that out pretty well.” His eyes met hers and he smiled.
Ruby bit back a smile, but couldn’t hold back the blush. And she wasn’t even sure he was being serious about his ability to see her color.
