Nerthus
“Ah, Renée, what a wonderful sight for my old sore eyes.”
I giggle as I take Robert’s hand that he is offering me to get out of the cab.
“Hi, my dear. You look very handsome yourself.” I flash him one of my best smiles, as I take his hand and we walk up the stairs to the gallery.
Entering the spacious hall after going through security, he blows a whistle as he looks at the enlightened paintings hanging on the wall.
“Perfect. This finally seems to be an art exhibition that will suit your taste.”
I laugh and confirm that he might just be right. He picks at his tailored suit as if he wanted to get it to sit better on his tall frame. After having passed his hands through his pepper-salt hair, he offers me his arm to take.
We slender through the exhibition leisurely while chattin
