~Ryan's POV~
"Is this made by Van Gogh?" I asked jokingly.
Emma, once more, rolled her eyes, taking languid steps around the gallery beside me. "No."
I pointed to a painting that was obviously made in the modern day. "Is this a Van Gogh?"
She held back her laughter, pinching lips tightly before replying, "No."
Again, I pointed at the next thing to catch my eye. "Is this a Van Gogh?"
This time, her laughter couldn't be held back. "No. Ryan, you know none of these are Van Gogh."
I shrugged, giddiness rushing inside me just to have this time with her. After the gallery, we planned on getting dinner at one of her favorite restaurants in town. But it was a surprise. "Fine, is it a Da Vinci?"
She shook her head in glee, a giggle escaping. Our fingers were locked together as we continued
