The Director by C.S. Luis

Author:C.S. Luis [Luis, C.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Next Chapter

8

TOGETHER

CLAUDIA

It was amazing to be out of the house. Michael would love this. John was all I needed. And these little surprises, like taking me to the art store was so important.

Even with the basket in his hand, he looked very handsome. God, he could fit in anywhere, no matter what. It was obvious, though, he didn’t think so.

John was always calm and cool about everything he did. He smiled at me as I gathered a few more paints. The smell of fresh paint and new paper and glue was sweet to my senses.

As John picked up a few tubes of paint from the basket to examine them, I found eyes staring at us again. Girls wondered if he was someone famous. He just had that face—like he should be on the cover of magazines.

His silent question: I do?

You do, John Slater.

John chuckled. “So, how do you know which ones are the right ones?” he asked, regarding the brushes in the basket.

I shrugged. “I just do, I guess. Besides, they’re all different sizes. I just get what feels right.”

“Good enough for me. So, why do you prefer oil paint? Is it easier to use than acrylic?”

I gazed at him and smiled.

“I’m just curious, Miss Belle, since it’s something you enjoy, I want to learn more about it.”

“It’s easier for me,” I admitted with a grin.

John arched his brow, then nodded. “Some find oil harder to use.”

“I never have.”

“Self-taught?”

I nodded, smiling as I thought about Rachel’s attempt to impress him by learning to paint. John caught the image from my mind. “Looks like Rachel is trying to learn the craft to nab you back, John Slater.”

“Miss Belle, it’s Müller; you’re gonna get me discovered.”

“Does it matter now?” I took hold of his arm.

“I guess not.” He kissed my hand.

“You’re right about Rachel, though. It’s more than your talented artistic skills that have nabbed me to you, Miss Belle.”

After getting everything I needed, John paid, and we headed to the car. We pulled out of the parking lot and drove off.

John reminded me to stay out of his head. “No peeking.”

“I won’t. I promised.”

John grinned as he pulled into a restaurant parking lot. He turned off the engine and turned to face me. “I thought I’d take you out for dinner as well, since you couldn’t meet with dear old dad.”

“But, John, the place is full. There’s a line outside.”

There was a small crowd of patrons; in their hands they held buzzers provided by the restaurant to notify them when their tables were ready.

“Way ahead of you, Miss Belle. I made reservations. We already have a table waiting.” He lifted his phone, revealing a text from the restaurant, notifying us that our table was ready.

John jumped out of the car and helped me out, then led me inside. There was a tank near the hostess’ station filled with lobsters, large and small. Above the tank was a sign, stating the price for lobster was according to weight. There was also a shelf with different wines in perfect view of the patrons eating.

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