there was something about the strokes of the brush on a canvas created by a complete stranger that captivated michael. not for the sole fact that the art was pretty, but because he enjoyed attempting to figure out the artist behind the art. it was almost like a game, a puzzle to put together, a math problem to solve. with his hands shoved into his pockets and the opening tunes of dreams by the cranberries blasting through his headset, he moved onto the next piece of art. his head tilted slightly in discernment as he tried to work through the various possible ideas that could produce the chaos before him. it was then that he noticed a presence on his left, among the number of people walking through, they seemed to be the only two stopping to take a long look at this particular piece. he lowered his headset to hang around his neck, averting his attention to the femme next to him, “what do we think happened here?” / @trcinwreck
