Dressed in a dark grey suit, wearing a look of cold disdain, Lukas Bayman stood right beside her. He looked exactly like his picture; tall, thin, with bright blue eyes, thin lips, and a bored expression on his face.

He caught sight of Jade looking at him and his expression suddenly changed; his eyes lighting up with interest. Jade averted her eyes but Lukas' gaze didn't shift. He looked Jade up and down, then at the painting she was so intently staring at. Jade waited patiently for him to speak.

"What is this even supposed to be?" he asked Jade, raising his eyebrows at the painting.

"It's art," Jade said calmly. "You'll see what you want to see."

"Really?" Lukas laughed a little. "Don't tell me you're a woman who likes senseless things like this."

"I told you already," Jade said, refusing to look at the man whose eyes she knew were upon her. "It will make sense if you see it that way. You only project yourself onto art. Think of what it looks like to you, and you'll find that it's a reflection of yourself in one way or the other."

"Come on," Lukas laughed aloud. "I'm a man of science. I stand by facts. I don't believe in this mumbo-jumbo."

"Really?" Jade folded her arms and turned to face Lukas, who looked like he was enjoying himself.

"Yes," Lukas said, smiling as if he wanted Jade to argue, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

But she knew that he wanted her to argue. And she wasn't going to give him what he wanted just yet. He would have to work for it. She could see it in his eyes, in his curious smile, in the way he faced her.

"Okay," Jade dropped her arms.

"Okay?" Lukas' eyes widened.

"Can't argue with beliefs, can I?" Jade said as a matter of face, before turning away.

"What? Where are you going?" Lukas called after her.

"To get a drink," Jade said calmly as she walked away.

Tyler's voice collided with her eardrum.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Jade ignored him, walking over towards one of the waiters carrying drink trays. She grabbed a glass of sparkling champagne, and took a small sip.

"I could have gotten you a drink," she heard a voice over her shoulder, and a minute later Lukas was at her side, a small smile on his face.

"I can get things for myself," Jade replied politely. "Especially when they're free."

Lukas chuckled, slightly embarrassed. He had a nice laugh. Sweet. Natural.

"Okay, to be honest," he said shyly. "I just wanted an excuse to talk to you again."

Jade rolled her eyes, smiling.

"About the painting?" she teased.

"If that's all you'll talk about, I don't mind," Lukas said, and Jade could guess he was only trying to butter her up. "Frankly, I expected you to argue with me back there."

"Why is that?"

"Well," he cleared his throat. "When you turned to me, I thought you were going to say something. But then you just turned away. If you don't mind, I'd like to know what you were going to say and why you changed your mind."

Jade smiled.

"I was going to say that there's not much difference between science and art," Jade said.

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