HARRY’S P.O.V.
She’s been out with that man talking in private for 10 minutes straight now and all because of a painting. I cannot even understand why you need to talk with the painter and not just stare at it for yourself. Like, just stare at it, man. If you like it, you buy it. If you don’t buy it, then get lost. Why do they even need to talk in private? Why not ask questions about the four of us here? Enlighten me.
And she’s giggling as she talks to him, entertained at its best. She’s even holding her champagne elegantly and sipping from it. What else are they gonna be doing?
“You should blink some time. You wouldn’t want your eyes to dry. Don’t worry, you blink and you open your eyes, she’s still there. Won’t disappear, won’t go anywhere”, Joen said, tapping me on the shoulders as h
