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the paintings. My eyes keeps drifting, searching involuntary until I find him. He was still in the middle of the hall, his wife stands next to him, holding his arm. She is taller than him, I noted. But still, they looked good together. I felt a pinch of jealousy, not only because she was holding him, but also because they had something, they had each other.
    I tried to look away, but my eyes kept returning to him. Maybe he noticed again, cause while I was standing there daydreaming, he turned toward me. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I forgot to look away. And when our eyes connect, I was consumed. My breath stopped, and I felt the hair on my body rise. There was an unfamiliar tingling down my spline as I watch him gaze at me, moving his eyes from my feet to my head. All the while his mouth twitches with that crooked smile. I felt appalled. And maybe a little turned on. Maybe more than a little. His eyes had accessed my body, I could feel it in his stare. And he seemed pleased. Finally my eyes let go of him and move to the floor, and I feel the familiar burn, as my cheeks became firing red. I don’t know if he was still looking at me as I raise my eyes again. I turned my face in a different direction, to avoid any more confrontations while my mind contemplate what just happened. It is stupid to think that he was a accessing me, he was standing next to a sexbomb. Although, I did feel fine tonight. The dress fit perfect. It had taken me a long time to be comfortable with my own body again, I finally felt in control. Most of the time, anyway. I wonder what he was thinking. Not important , I argued myself. But he did seem pleased. This was getting me nowhere. I glanced over to Alice and found her with the same group. Kiro sees me, and motion me over. Desperate for a distraction, I leave my safe haven and goes among the swarm of people.
     
    ‘Sara, you have to meet my brother. Andrew, this is Sara from Norway. You must see her paintings, the lights and contrast are amazing. Her style is like an abstract combination of Franz Marc and Monet. And she adds a whole new dimension to them by adding text. You have to see them.’
    I blush ed lightly of his underserved praise and took Andrew’s hand while Kiro continued: ‘Vi had to cooperate on an assignment once, and although we had our disputes working together, the final product was amazing, wasn’t it, Sara?’
    Andrew had taken my hand, not to shake it, but to kiss it gallantly like in old movies. In fact, I think I’ve seen one of his characters do it on TV. It was hard to find the voice to answer Kiro.
    ‘It turned out alright.’ I turned back to Andrew. ‘Your brother can be quite the challenge some times, but he is a genius. It is nice to meet you, Andrew.’ I smiled to him, half wondering why he doesn’t make me as star struck like his friend. After all, I was standing next to a man belonging on the TV screen.
    ‘My pleasure,’ he smiles back, giving me his full attention. ‘So you’re a fan of Marc and Monet?’
    ‘No, not really. Maybe they have influenced me, but not intentionally. I use paint to express emotions.’
    ‘Like the expressionist?’
    ‘Yes, sort of.’ I was surprised that Andrew knew about art genre, but I guessed it came with the territory when having Kiro as a brother.
    ‘Have you ever been to the Brücke museum in Berlin? I think they have a large collection of expressionism.’
    ‘I’ve heard of it, but never been there,’ I confessed.
    ‘ I was there a couple of years ago,’ Alice chimed in.
     
    The conversations continued on the art subject, and I was surprised to find that Andrew knew a lot more than I would have given him credit for. He talked of the museums he visited between filming in different parts of the world.
    ‘ All this talk of paintings are making me thirsty, I’m going to the bar to get some more champagne. Do you want some?’ Alice whispered in my ear after a while, and I nod slightly, too occupied in the