Overwhelmed

Erica

"Is he okay?" Jonathan asked me as he leaned back in his chair. The gangly artist was exactly what one would expect of an art dealer. His shirt was every color of the rainbow and his dark hair was slicked back. His wife was cute, but lost to a game on her phone. It was almost comical, at least it was before Matt got a wild look in his eyes and bolted for the door.

Maybe I'd overstepped my boundaries.

"I think so. Let me go check on him." I got up and walked through the restaurant searching for him. Worry wrapped in fear danced through my stomach as I reached the front door. What was I going to do if he'd left me there?

"Hey. I'm right here." He turned to face me as the wind picked up from the water and blew his blond hair about.

"You okay?" I walked toward him, wanting to reach out and touch him, but knowing that it was probably better that I didn't.

"Yeah. I just felt a little overwhelmed. I've wanted to share my art my whole life, but it needed to be on my terms, you know?"

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