Chapter Twenty Two: Third Shot?

Rosette's POV

"Don't you like flowers?" Caleb asked, breaking down the silence for the third time as I enjoyed a piece of artwork.

It's been an hour of us hanging around the gallery. I have been taking my sweet time to move from one art piece to the other and it's simply because I enjoyed it and I am completely fascinated by it.

Another thing that kept me going, was how mesmerizing the artworks were, from one piece to the other I was greatly impressed.

But I couldn't say the same for Caleb.

There was no single trait that showed that he was actually interested in this, he kept sighing again and again while raking his eyes all over the pieces I admired.

It would take a creative mind only, to appreciate an art and I agree with that.

"Why?" I asked back as I was now reminded of the lovely bouquet in my hands, if there was a way to squeeze the bouquet and put it in my bag, I would have done it, but it wasn't so I guess I'm stuck with it for now.

By the time I return home with these flowers