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[table][row][cell][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][color=0054a6][b]Time:[/b][/color] Sunset
[color=0054a6][b]Location:[/b][/color]  University (Hallway → Art Exhibition)
[color=0054a6][b]Interaction:[/b][/color]  Melinera Hills → Valentin Florescu[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell]

[cell][b][color=d2b9b9]Time:[/color][/b] Sunset
[b][color=d2b9b9]Location:[/color][/b] University (Hallway → Art Exhibition)
[b][color=d2b9b9]Interaction:[/color][/b] Joseph Bogdanov → No one[/cell][/row][/table]


[color=0054a6]“Josef. Name’s Josef. ”[/color] Josef had figured that since he’d pretty much seen her at the library for a few weeks he may as well get to know her a bit. It was also a bit refreshing to talk to a “normie”. [color=0054a6]“Of course I’m always around at night. Someone’s gotta clean up the mess people make. It’s my job.”[/color] There was some way to go before they reached the gallery, so he figured he could ask her some questions. [color=0054a6]“Say.. I always see you editing photos on your laptop in the library. Could I ask what kind of photos you take?”[/color]

[color=d2b9b9]"Nice to meet you, Joseph. And, well, I suppose it is your job after all…,"[/color] she said a bit embarrassed about her commentary before. [color=d2b9b9]"It depends. I take pictures for school, so it depends on what the assignment is. I was editing some pictures for a project. But I like to take pictures of… I don't know… Things that are different. Or going into the woods and photographing the trees and animals, you know?"[/color] It felt a little weird to talk about her interests with someone she had just met. [color=d2b9b9]"I like pictures, it's like you're… Immortalizing a little piece of life, if you know what I mean."[/color]

[color=0054a6]“Ah. Never really saw it that way. Suppose that’s why you’re studying art and I’m just a janitor.”[/color] There was little time for pursuits such as art back in Northern Macedonia. The only real art he’d really seen were the religious icons at the churches he frequented. The sound of light jazz started to get louder, interrupting his train of thought. The doors of the exhibition hall were opened, giving him a view of Valentin, who looked like he was chewing out some poor students of his. [color=0054a6]“Well, it seems like my friend is here. Gonna go talk to him. I’ll see you around.”[/color]

She didn't know what to reply after the comment he made about being just a janitor, it was an awkward position to be in. [color=d2b9b9]"Oh, okay. Yeah, see ya,"[/color] She watched him go towards one of the university's professors for a couple of seconds before looking around. The event was certainly much more classier than she was expecting and it instantly made the girl feel like she shouldn't be there. [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/54/79/0e/54790e652bb5daf41ced92a0d0ba0c9d.jpg]Dressed in casual garments[/url], the brunette felt out of place amongst all the decorations, wine and cheese. Again, her stomach growled in hunger, but this time she payed attention to it. Ignoring the paintings for a seconds, she tried to discretely approach the table, looking at all the different kinds of cheese, some of which she had never seen before. Feeling a little adventurous, she picked the strangest looking one and placed a small piece in her mouth. It was soft and almost buttery, not too salty or sharp. [color=d2b9b9]"Don't mind if I do,"[/color] she said to no one, grabbing one of the cups and filling it with wine.

Finally the girl turned around and started to look at the paintings. They were all realistic portraits, all very well painted. She particularly liked the way the artist had done the lightning and shading, getting lost in the contrast for a second. She found however, that their eyes lacked any sort of expression. It's as if he had done paintings of dolls and not real people, and it gave her an uneasy feeling. However, they were still gorgeous. [i]I wish one day I'll have mastered the techniques just like he did[/i], she thought to herself.