60

Tahti looked out through the window of the gallery's cafe, the next afternoon. They'd just returned from touring the gallery for the day's exhibition, which Demir has offered to take her to, which had turned out to be a great help, as she'd been able to gain new ideas, but she'd looked nightmarish and distant throughout the exhibition, on coming to that gallery again. The place she'd realized two years of her life had been a lie.

"When did you buy a car?" She asked Demir, who was seated in front of her, finally remembering she had forgotten to ask all these while.

"My mom gave it to me for my birthday." He replied.

"That's a generous gift."

"We lived seperately since I was ten, so I guess she feels sorry."

She folded her arms, as she finally tore her eyes odd the car. Her heart would have warmed up if it was before, on hearing him open up about himself, but it had stopped now.

"Today's exhibition was nice." Demir said as he straightened himself to lean on his seat. "I should come again."

"Yeah, it felt different seeing the art pieces in person and the artist too. It was a good idea I came after all."

"You sound like you didn't want to come " He noticed and she nodded. "Why?"

She raised her cup to take a sip from her chocolate drink. "I have bad memories of this place."

"Really?" He asked as he leaned closer towards her. "I saw someone so beautiful here that I fell in love at first sight."

"I didn't ask." She told him as she returned her eyes to him.

"It was an opening exhibition for an artist. What was his name again..." He continued and she rolled her eyes. "It was boring, so i was about to leave, but then I saw a girl looking at someone for a long time...and one day, I ran into her again."

Tahti finally returned her eyes to him, throwing him a I'm-not-interested look. It was probably his story with Stella and that was a reason she didn't want to listen.

"I was pretty startled. If I believed in fate, I would have thought it was it..."

"But you don't." She told him and he nodded.

"Yeah, I don't."

That's right, she repeated silently as she turned to look out again, through the window. Everything was just a meaningless coincidence.