When I walked in through the gigantic double doors, Tristan was pacing around like a hungry lion. Mark, who met me at the foyer who had already told me how nervous Tristan was shot me a knowing look and then disappeared, leaving me alone.
"Tristan, you need to calm down," I admonished walking inside and he turned his grey eyes to me and stopped pacing to and fro in the living room. I understood his anxiety. We were waiting for the reviews of his exhibition which has ended yesterday after five days of successful running and knowing how important this show was for him since it was his comeback, it made sense to be so tensed. But he should have a little faith in himself. He was a exemplary talent after all and he knew that.
"Oh thank God! You are here," He threw his arms around me and I s
