A Scene at the Art Gallery
"I wanna show you my favourite piece," she said, smiling softly as she tugged his sleeve. He followed her willingly, taking in her excited expressions on the way to what she wanted him to see. He isn't an artsy sort of person, so rather than look at the many paintings and sculptors they passed on the way, he focused more on the delicate hand pulling at his sleeve, the smile adorning those sweet lips. It did something to him; he wasn't sure what but being here with Beta just felt so right. How odd…
At last, they stopped walking, Beta staring at the work of art. It was painting, a rather dull watercolour rendering of some sort of street party, the people dancing, drinking, and eating. It looked so carefree. Gamma gazed at it then to Beta and then back to the painting, and once again to Beta. Judging from the rapt expression on her face, this was the piece she wanted to show him.
"What's it called?" he asked, turning back to the painting. Why is this picture so important to her?
"Bal du moulin de la Galette," she answered. "Pierre-August Renoir, 1876." Her tone was so soft and serene that Gamma glanced at her in surprise. She wore a look of serenity, like she herself was at peace. He marvelled at the power of this painting. It didn't look that impressive to him at first glance so he studied it more closely.
"You don't get it, do you?" Beta asked suddenly. She could not help the disappointment tinged tone. She had really wanted to show this to him, hoped that he would understand why she liked this piece over some of the more elaborate ones in the gallery. She had wanted to show him this painting that always seemed to give her some kind of hope, that someday she could be in such a scene surrounded by carefree joy. Rather than apologise, Gamma shrugged nonchalantly. He didn't look interested at all in the painting.
"What's so great about it, Beta?" he asked in that insolent tone of his. Beta bristled at his audacity. How dare he just stand there and not be awed by the scene in the painting, after all they've been through!
"You know what?" she replied, moving away from him, "Forget it. Let's go."
"But what about-"
"Oh, whatever, just do what you want then!" Beta snapped, and then she strode off. Left behind, Gamma stared after her, absolutely gobsmacked. A pair of old ladies who had been admiring a naked Adonis sculpture nearby gave him disapproving looks. But he paid them no attention, deciding to follow after the girl.
What had gotten into her? All he had wanted to know was why she liked that particular piece, or why she even liked art at all. She didn't have to bite his head off!
Okay, this is just a ridiculous drabble I wrote a while back. I didn't know how to end it so it's kinda open-ended, but I think I'm accurate in thinking that if Beta and Gamma ever went on a date, Gamma will definitely piss Beta off, unintentionally or not.