Taking Beauty (Taking Beauty Trilogy 1) - Page 198

“I would expect an institute such as a museum to adapt to the times, perhaps,” I retorted as we took in a room full of vases and ancient tools.

“You might think that, but there’s a certain prestige and elegance to the traditional method of representing things,” she told me. “Sometimes, the old ways are better.”

After thirty minutes of strolling from exhibit to exhibit, we finally came across a small room, filled with at least a dozen paintings. The styles clashed a bit, including artwork reflective more of older art styles, paired with contemporary landscapes, and several portraits of animals in various painting modes.

“Well, here we are,” Riley chuckled nervously.

“These are yours?” I asked, stepping forward to admire the work.

“They are.”

I glanced around the room, taking in the various pieces. Although there were a couple that seemed like rather… interesting choices, the vast majority of the paintings were crafted with such talent and care that it took my breath away.

“These are fantastic, Riley,” I whispered to her, trying to keep from gushing.

Of course, she had told me herself that she was a talented painter with artwork featured in various museums around the country, but a part of me reserved interest for actually seeing this with my own eyes.

My gaze fell upon a small sign near the doorway, featuring her headshot and a short biography.

It was unmistakably her.

Riley Ricketts.

“You… don’t need to read that,” she quickly tugged me away, her arm looped through mine. “Anyway, you’ve seen my art now. Satisfied?”

“The other museums, do they carry different paintings than these?”

“I sell them my originals,” she responded. “Some of them have taken it upon themselves to license reproductions, but yes, virtually all of the museums here in town that carry me have different selections of my work.”

“Can I see more?” I asked.

“You… really want to?” She seemed surprised, and I couldn’t imagine why.

“Of course I do, Riley,” I told her. “This part of your life is one you haven’t shared with me yet, and I want to see more of it… but only if you’re comfortable with the prospect.”

An approaching young man interrupted us. He was dressed immaculately with his hair tucked behind his ears, a pair of thick glasses over his eyes, and feminine charm in everything from his strut to his facial features.

“Oh, dear me, it’s really you, isn’t it?”

Riley stiffened up slightly, but put a mildly charmed smile on her face. “I assume so, yes.”

“Oh, Miss Ricketts, it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you,” he emphatically told us. “I’m a huge fan of your work. I don’t want to bother you for too long… but could you take a selfie with me?”

She blinked a few times, then laughed.

“You… want to take a picture.”

“Of course! If that’s not too much trouble, that is. My friends and I, we’ve followed your skill for some time. My older brother bought one of your paintings a decade ago, long before all this!”

He nervously chuckled, throwing his arms up to indicate the room. “Not that, I mean, you completely deserve the recognition, I wasn’t saying–”

“Your brother,” Riley commented, putting his star-struck stammer to a stop. “Who is he?”

“Jackson Wilcox,” he replied with a wide smile. “I think he said you two went to school together a long time ago–”

“Jax? I remember Jax!”

Riley beamed with pleasure. “I think I remember you, too. I recall a younger Wilcox, the one time I was over at his house.. a little rambunctious thing in a Cookie Monster onesie, watching cartoons the entire time. Was that you?”

“Guilty as charged. I used to love that thing.”

Riley chuckled, moving into position next to him. “Alright, then. One selfie. Let’s do it.”

He smiled like a goofball, then whipped out his phone and flicked to the camera app. Holding it outstretched in front of them on portrait mode, he threw up a thumbs up with his free hand as she slipped her arm around him and summoned up a smile.

I was used to this treatment, but I hadn’t realized that she was this popular here. Sure, it wasn’t quite the levels of a World Cup football star… but there was an incredible validation in a stranger off the street, recognizing your skills, and wanting to freeze forever in time the moment that they bumped into you.

My willingness to pose with fans had really worked in my favour, although I’d always been fine with it. It was less an ego thing, and much more a flattery thing.

Well… maybe it was an ego thing anyway.

After it was done, they examined the picture together. “Not too bad,” she observed. “Anyway, I’m about to get going, but it’s nice to bump into you after all this time. Tell Jax I said ‘Hi’ the next time you see him… and that I’m still the better arm wrestler.”

“Will do!” He grinned, before looking from her to me, and then back to her again. “Listen, Riley… if you’re not doing anything tonight…”

“I’m busy,” she robotically answered, “but flattered.”

“Right,” he quickly chuckled through the rejection, suddenly aware that I wasn’t alone. “Right… well… it was great to see you again. You take care now, alright?”

“Will do,” she nodded. “You too.”

We took our leave of the museum. “That’s the chirpiest I think I’ve seen you yet,” I commented to her.

“Yeah, that was exhausting,” she confided. “It’s rare that I bump into a fan, but it usually drains me to keep up the cheeriness for more than a couple of seconds.”

“Is that so?” I asked.

“Definitely. I don’t have the energy for that. It’s a part of the reason why I keep to myself… the longer I’m on the streets, the more that people recognize me.”

“You aren’t flattered?”

“I don’t need the flattery.”

I shrugged. “Should we skip the other museums? If you’re worried about bumping into other fans…”

“Could we, just for today?” She pleaded. “I wasn’t going to ask, but if you’re offering…” She saw my expression change, and quickly rectified her tone: “I will absolutely take you on other days, but that was one of the smaller museums… I don’t think I want to deal with that too much more for today…”

“Absolutely,” I embraced her with one arm, leading her away from the museum. “I don’t see a problem with that at all… and if you’d like, just tell me some of the other galleries, and I’ll go visit them independently of you.”

Riley looked up at me with an impish grin. “We’ll see,” she replied, right before pecking her lips against my cheek.

We were feeling kind of hungry, and her Japanese friend ran a sandwich shop, so we put two and two together. Luckily, Witch Wiches wasn’t further away than a fifteen-minute taxi ride, and we strolled through the doors during its slow period.

“No, no, no! What is the matter with you?!”

One of the teenagers behind the counter glanced up stupidly from a meat-slicing machine, which was making a vicious scraping noise. The Japanese friend of Riley’s – Reiko, I think I’d been told – was making an absolute fuss over the disaster.

“I don’t know what happened,” the kid dumbly told her. “I put it on the right settings. This stupid thing is a broken piece of junk.”

Reiko glowered at him. “This stupid thing is a three thousand dollar piece of equipment that works fine. Parker, you are the piece of junk. Get the hell out of the way so that I can fix this freaking thing… again…”

She fiddled with the settings as we approached the counter, and he vacantly gazed over our way. “Oh, you’ve got it on the fourth setting… and you’ve turned it up to high? No freaking wonder it’s on the fritz… how you figured out how to damage an analog slicing machine, I have zero freaking clue…”

He start

ed to take our orders, ignoring my requests for recommendations, when Reiko poked her head up and glanced over.

“Oh! Riley! And Handsome English Dude! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming by?”

“It was a last-second thing,” I smiled. “How are you? Kid’s got you bothered?”

Her face fell as she tilted her head. “Boy, you have no freaking idea how much of a snot-nosed little brat these teenagers can be on an individual basis... slap a crew of them together, and I’m constantly putting out fires.”

“Fire?” The kid asked, perking up.

“No, you insane pyromaniac,” she told him. “Don’t you dare think about fire. You just get over there and start making sandwiches, or the closest fire you’ll find is a freaking pink slip.”

He wandered over to the side, and she started giving out glowing recommendations of some of the offerings at her dine-in. Within ten minutes, we were eating some of the most delicious sandwiches that I’d ever tasted – completely complimentary.

“That’s not half bad,” I told her when she swung by to check on us, pulling up a barstool to our high-top table.

“Oh yeah?” She grinned, nodding along. “You like that fried alligator sub, don’t’cha?”

“It’s pretty damned delicious,” I agreed.

“One of my favorites,” Reiko replied, then jabbed a thumb Riley’s way. “Can never get this one to try any of the cool stuff…”

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