Brent's POV
I stand in the gallery, watching my own paintings getting praised by people. A firm contacted me to showcase my paintings in this gallery for the whole day. It is for a fundraiser they said. And having my name on it will bring them an audience. I didn't disagree.
I checked my phone for the hundredth time in the last one hour to see if Olive texted me back. She texts me most of the time, updating me on what she's doing. Since I am in a different country now, I am not with her. I am catching a flight tomorrow so hopefully I can be with her soon.
Also I miss Samika terribly. I miss the time we both used to sit in peace and paint together. Teaching her made me a better painter too. And the way she would ask ridiculous doubts sometimes used to make my day. I just didn't tell he
