It was your steps the walking style-deliberate, intentional but not slow. No unnecessary bouncing and no gaze shIfting around. You knew where you were going, who you wanted to see, no bullshit involved. Sixteen times, you had been in the gallery sixteen times. Each time getting used to the interior and where different paintings were. I couldn't assume and call you calculated but, I'd be wrong to say you didn't think it over first.
Kalique, Felicity's brother, welcomed her in and even gave her a hug.
Felicity was your friend of three years now. Nineteen years old, with an exceptional IQ level and excellent grades to follow up, The brother was the artist of the family, the black sheep. How did you know him? A concert of a group called the neighbourhood. Felicity's thing, not yours. How do I know all this? Because you frustrate me Venice. You're a private person. An extremely private person to people who don't know you outside that little friend circle.
If I couldn't break that barrier you keep so guarded I was going to shake it. You're shaken, Venice. You like my art? I appreciate the feedback. I couldn't even guess which one you could be showing Kalique right now. Was it the one in your car? The one in your class sleeping? Ah, maybe the one in your room playing your guitar? I like that one its a personal favourite.
Why do you look so distressed? Why do you look scared? I was just showing you how beautiful you look. Your eyes, your full lips, you're different expressions. Don't you look breath-taking? Or do I just see it on my own?
"I'm sure Felicity came and asked you about paint material? We figured it out. It seemed to be heat activated," You tell Kalique and he looks stunned. I'm sure you weren't fully convinced that you've seen the whole picture. Cause you've seen the good parts, the good side that I see of you. The reality of it? You're yet to complete the drawing Venice.
"Shouldn't we tell the police about this?" Kalique asked and I sighed with I'm sure a bored expression. And tell them what dude? That you found stacks of pictures that can only be heat activated? From who? What? where?
Obvious questions you'll be asked on the topic. Have you been threatened? Not that I've threatened you Venice, I'm just letting you see yourself from my view. Have the tried to pursue you in a threatening light? No, I prefer to look at you from right here.
You shake your head at Kalique. Smart girl, it makes sense because what would you say hmm?
"Is there a way you can help me with this? I just want this to stop," I hear you loud and clear Venice. But you've just seen the tip of the iceberg love.
"I can ask my part timer to help with that. Speaking of-Quincy!"
Shit! Too soon. I didn't want to meet her too soon.
"Kals, what's up?" I said and that's when you see me for the first time. I'm much taller, much more muscular. I turn to Kalique.
"Quincy, we have a problem and you're more into this side of art. I only deal with paintings Venice, Quincy is more into the drawing and mosaic side," He said and you extended your hand to mine and I didn't think I was prepared for the softness of your skin. You let go first and finally asked your question.
"I think I'm having a stalker around me and I want to know if you can help decipher all this shit," straight to the point sweetheart, yikes. I took the picture and noticed it was my most recent. You were so peaceful that night Venice. Blame your messy room for lack of complete accuracy.
"Looks like more of an admirer than a stalker to me. Any past relationships or maybe aquaintances that could suggest it could be a stalker, V?"
"It's Venice, and no. I don't leave my past shambles in Bad state. As for people I barely know, I can't be completely sure." Hmm, you're too self absorbed sweetheart, but I was going to tell you that? Yes, but in a light note.
"You need to be more aware of you surroundings, my unwanted opinion? Might be someone unnoticed that's around you more often than you think."
You were looking at me like I was some self righteous jerk, Venice. I'm very much self aware but trust me, however you take what I say seriously is up to you. I had a feeling this is going to be the start of a very interesting friendship, of you righteously hating me.
"Venice, Quincy is an intelligent artist and a very tactical person, so I suggest you two can work together to find out what this is. If it gets bad, let the police know, alright?" She nods and I smile at her.
"I'll come over to your place to see the rest of the papers of there are any and we can figure this out?" I said and the glare darling, you bruise me. I was just trying to help.
"You don't know where I live."
"So you assume V, so you assume. See you tomorrow."
You need to understand one thing Venice if we were going to interact. I have no intention of ever hurting you. I just intend for you to see me. To notice me, because I see you, I fucking see you. I'm just not close to figuring you out.