We parked in the lot next to a BMW and a vintage Alfa Romeo. We entered, Aly's hand slipping into mine, and a beautiful blonde receptionist greeted us.

"Hey, Adeline. How've you been?"

"Taylor, it's been too long."

"Thanks. I just want to look around, if that's okay."

"Of course." She smiled a brilliant smile and picked up the now ringing phone. "Beville Studio, how can I help you?" Adeline waved us past and we headed past. There was an exhibition of watercolors, done by a famous local artist, and I showed Aly the difference between those and the pieces in oils, and how you could tell the difference. I...