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"Yeah it's a bit, odd." He mumbled, quickly realising that she may know who painted it, and he didn't want to offend "In a good way, of course." He added. Hoping he had saved himself.

He took a sip of his drink. A tactic he had been using to help him try and resonate with the art around him, but even the open bar wasn't helping him there. Turning to give the girl his full attention. "No, not in this way." He gestured to the piece, without looking at it. "I work in music." It was more of a past tense thing for him now, but he still had one foot in that world.

⸻ It was one of the cases of friends of a friend… That was the artist of this exhibition. She spent a lot of days confined to her home, taking care of her daughter who was sick, after spending 5 days in the hospital with her. The blonde was trying to find any excuse to get out and get some fresh air, and meet more people. Then her gaze shifted from him to the painting before them. ❛ Er… I don't know. I just don't like this one. ❜ She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

"Here you go kitty." Meyra's voice was low and soothing as she knelt besides the creature and poured the milk she had just bought in the store into a small plastic dish that usually held nachos. She'd only been walking down the street to run down to the library to drop some books off, but the cat had followed her the whole way. The poor creature had no collar and Meyra could tell by its coat that it was a stray. When she'd walked in the corner small convenience store, she had been hoping for some cat food but all she could find was some milk. But now she was questioning her decision as she saw a pair of shoes approach the pair while she knelt down next to the pair. "Cats like milk, right?" She asked, looking up.

The other woman was so bright and bubbly that Sydney suspected she did things like this often. "Anything cold sounds like heaven at this point." Sydney groaned out, letting out a huff at the move the instructor just did knowing there was no way her body could contort like that.

⸻ Class for beginners? She was a tad shocked, because the class, in her personal opinion, was for someone who did yoga at least once in their life at an advanced level. ❛ Okay, I don't think this class is for beginners, but if you haven't been in a class for a while, I suppose you can get your rhythm back. But not in a day. ❜ It was too hot, and if she were ice cream, Aurora was melted already.

⸻ ❛ Well, it is a family's farm but I didn't go there that often, even when I was a kid. ❜ She shrugged her own shoulders nonchalantly. It wasn't often she visited that farm, maybe if her parents weren't so difficult, she would have visited more, they had not even met their granddaughter. ❛ They're also beautiful. ❜ Her gaze shifted to the pets, unsure how to pet the dogs, she hesitated briefly in reach to touch its head and then rested her hand on the stroller, and Aurora gently removed her daughter's fist from her mouth and put a pacifier instead, moving her tiny legs, waking up slowly, looking around the stroller. She waved at Aiden, chuckling about his liking, cackling at the latter 'bothering his sister'. ❛ I suppose Dylan hates the last option. Do you practice any sports too Dylan? ❜ She inquired curiously. ❛ What's your team Aiden? ❜

❛ It's not a problem. Nice to meet all of you. ❜

Noah had never been an artsy guy in the traditional paints and brushes type of way, but he could appreciate a good piece. It was something he believed he learnt from his mother, though most people consider him to be very much his father's son. She was an art dealer, before she met his dad, and their house was always full of expensive pieces, but nothing too over the top, they were usually pleasant to look at.

But here Noah was, staring at what looked like an almost blank canvas, though judging by the hefty price point you'd hope it wasn't just that. He needed something to hang on the wall of his new bar, but by the looks of the stuff here, he may have to thrift it instead. Still, not wanting to offend anybody, he stood sipping his champagne, and trying to look somewhat interested.

He then spotted a pretty blonde right next to him, suddenly a lot less interested in the artwork on the wall, and a little more interested in the beauty stood beside him.

"Are you a fan of their work?" he asked, trying to remember who the hell even created the piece in front of them. "I think it's a little, too abstract. But that's just me" He had no clue what he was saying, but he really hoped she couldn't tell.

⸻ Aurora was invited to this art exposition, she likes to collect some pieces. Today she does not plan on buying anything, just to honor the artist, although his style wasn't exactly her taste. She checked her phone to see if there was any message about Bonnie, her daughter. Nothing. ⎯ Good, she could relax a little, also she checked her phone if a certain somebody had sent her a message, also NOTHING.

She sighs deeply, flipping her silky, blonde platinum hair with the back of her hand, exhaling her own perfume, and her fringe falling on her eyes, adjusting it, putting it aside. As the brunette directed the word towards her, she turned to him. ❛ I am here just to honor artist. I don't know him too well if I'm honest. ❜ She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

"Why is it that we live in a literal swamp, but yet hot yoga feels way more hot and swampy than outside?" Sydney asked the person next to her as they came up from yet another chair pose. Her therapist had been pushing for her to get out more, to try and become one of the living again since she was stuck in the past and the grief of Jesse. It felt stupid, just trying to do this when she wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up on her couch once more. "I might just lay down soon, I'm so out of shape." Maybe jumping into a hot yoga class hadn't been the best idea. Even if it was open for beginners.

⸻ Aurora had her own gym inside her place, but today, she decided to experience going somewhere outside and seeing new faces and a change. She adores doing yoga, and she could not wait to do the hot yoga. She turns her face to the other blonde, her hair tied in a messy bun. ❛ I have no idea, isn't it that we do more motions ?! ❜ Her own cheeks flushed by the heat of her own body.