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“You look happy,” he said, shifting on his feet.
“I am,” she said, glancing at her paintings.
“You know I always thought your paintings were amazing in high school, but these are on a whole different level. It’s as if you’re in legendary mode or something,” he said.
“Legendary mode?” she asked, looking back at him.
“Yeah, the level you only reach when you know your abilities and push the boundaries,” he said, smiling.
She smiled as she uncrossed her arms. “Why did you really transfer?”
“Maybe one day I’ll tell you,” he said, stepping closer.
“Tell her what?” Sebastian asked.
Amelia looked over Beau’s shoulder at her boyfriend. She wondered what he was doing since he should be at his exhibit. Normally, he didn’t leave during a showing.
“Tell her why I transferred from UCLA,” Beau said, turning to face Sebastian. “I’m Beau Jennings.”
Amelia watched as Beau held out his hand for Sebastian.
“Yeah, I know,” Sebastian said, ignoring Beau’s hand.
“You know?” she asked. “How do you know who Beau is?”
“I do work on the paper,” Sebastian stated. “Babe, you know Seth hates me and assigned the Sports Section to me.”
“Uh, no, I didn’t know he assigned you Sports,” she said, shaking her head.
They never discussed his assignments for the paper.
“What? My name is in the Sports Section every week. How did you miss it?” Sebastian asked.
“Amelia doesn’t read the newspaper,” Beau said, dropping his hand.
“Since when? Amelia, I thought you read my articles,” Sebastian said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Sebastian, I told you I didn’t read them,” she said before glancing at Beau. “I don’t want to read depressing news all the time.”
“I don’t think so. I’m sure I would’ve remembered,” Sebastian said angrily. “And how does Beau Jennings know you don’t read the newspaper?”
“We went to high school together,” she said with a shrug.
“High school?” Sebastian asked. “Is that all?”
“Sebastian now is not the time,” she said as she glanced at some people walking closer to her exhibit. “You need to go back to your exhibit.”
“My art speaks for itself,” Sebastian said, shifting closer to her.
She sighed as she shook her head. “I don’t need the both of you here. Go.”
“We’ll discuss this later,” Sebastian said as he kissed her cheek before walking away.
She sighed as she looked at Beau. Several people walked into her exhibit before she could send Beau away as well. Two hours later, she finally got a free moment. She saw Beau was still standing where she left him.
Had he been standing there the whole time?
“Beau, you stayed this whole time?” she asked, glancing at her watch. “It’s been two hours.”
“I didn’t have anything better to do,” he said with a shrug. “And I always loved watching you talk about your paintings.”
She smiled. With his one comment, she remembered all the times Beau stepped aside and let her have the spotlight during her exhibits. Even if someone asked him about football, he brushed it to the side and told them she was the star of the night.
“It was a great show tonight.”
“Better than yours in high school?” he asked, shifting closer to her.
“In some ways, but not in others,” she said, looking at her paintings. “I miss our parents showing up.”
“My parents wanted to come, but I asked them not to,” he said. “Dad wants another painting.”
“Your parents have more of my paintings than I do,” she said, with a laugh. “I do have one he’ll want.”
She moved away from him towards the painting she knew his dad would love. Even though she hadn’t seen Beau play in two years, she couldn’t resist painting him on the field. It was the key piece of her exhibit. If Sebastian actually looked at her paintings, he would’ve known she and Beau knew each other.
She took the painting off the wall and walked back over to Beau.
“This one is on me,” she said, handing Beau the painting.
“Wow,” he whispered. “Dad will love this.”
“Thank you,” she said, looking down at the painting in his hands.
It was of Beau standing on the football. He was in jeans and a t-shirt standing in the end zone looking up at the goal. The letters UCLA were below his feet, painted on the grass. She’d never seen Beau play on the field, but she’d seen enough photos of the field she could see him there.
