Smiley

Part One

It was close to dark and the city had came to life. The art museum had closed , and the gallery had opened. The night had begun, as the gallery filled with potential buyers. People walking about slowly glancing at the art on the walls. In the center of the white room was a woman in a black dress, her a crimson wave. Still like a statue, as if she was apart of the gallery herself. Her head moving occasionally to look around the room at the guest, with a champagne glass in hand not a single drop taken from it. As the hours went by the number of people in the room changed the more time went on the less people were in. The art in front of the woman was her own but no one knew , she was the artist. Finally having a sip from the champagne, turning to look at the front desk seeing a woman giving receipts for the art. Most of the art have been sold except for her pieces and that's because her art is too dark from his people. Having multiple complex layers to it seeming to be late a mirage of horrible images, one piece had a Golden Crown and inside the crown seem to be different images from fires to plagues crucifixion all saving to be made of gold. Each art piece was a the part of a puzzle, a puzzle that reflected her darkest side. Aside buried beneath a normal complex personality. As she looked towards the front of the gallery, she found to be looking at a man who had just walked in. He was walking around but then went straight towards her pieces, he's rather handsome and tall and seemed to be different something about him had her drawn to him. She looked at him as he was gazing at her art pieces particularly the one with the crown, as he turned to look at her. Slowly she walked towards him leaving her statue figure, standing a foot or so away from the man. Taking in his features, the dark hair that was slicked back, it seemed to be a medium length. His eyes were captivating, a hazel like color but seems to be more green. Having a well managed beard , looking in his to be in his mid-twenties. His voice low but soothing.

"Ma'am woukd you tell me about the artist?"

Blinking the womam nods giving a small smile before she looked at the wall covered in canvases, taking a sip with the champagne and she pause for a moment. Before she thought of what to say she's slowly spoke in an even tone.

"An American artist in her mid- twenties, she's new to this gallery is rather known for her darker art. She works at the art museum next door but she also comes to occasionally to drop off pieces. Other than that there very little information on the artist. "

The man nodding faintly as you glanced over the the art again, my hand through his black hair as he took a glass of champagne from someone who walked by with a tray. Watching him take a sip from the champagne glass, handing her then black card. He said coolly seeming pleased with himself,

"I'll take the entire collection.."

The woman blinked shocked as she nodded taking the card her fingers brushing his slightly. Feeling the coolness of his skin caught her by surprise. Setting the champagne down on a tray as someone walked by, making her way to the front desk and in the car to the clerk. Telling her that the man intended to buy the entire collection. The clerk smiled widley seeming happy for the woman, whispering congratulations. The clerk then began typing away, her slender fingers elegant. The clerk was beautiful, seeming to be a model. As she spoke to the woman,

"I bet you excited we should celebrate after yes?"

The woman smiled and nodded as she leaned over the counter, the man looking at the art. Eavesdropping on thier conversation although he was across the room.

"Ofcourse..."

The women seeming to be not too keen to the idea of getting drunk in public, but the clerk because she was her good friend. The clerk handed the woman back the card and smiled, before saying excitedly