CHAPTER EIGHT
Wednesday
“Come on.” Kaya nudged Brandon’s arm in the museum as they passed the serene white walls full of in-your-face abstract paintings. “You’re feeling something when you look at these pieces, aren’t you?”
“Hm.” He stopped in front of another painting, moving his lips in and out.
“What do you see?” Kaya got closer to him, his passive cologne fitting the calm mood of the evening. “You can’t ever be wrong. It’s just your opinion.”
He uncrossed his arms and held them behind his back, his eyes drilling into a painting full of every color from the rainbow. “Chaos.” He nodded, rocking on his heels. “I see chaos.”
“That’s great.” Butterflies bounced around Kaya’s stomach. “If art didn’t affect you, then you wouldn’t feel anything. What about this one?” She pointed to the r
