Sculpture
Excited chatter, buzzing across the room as if there were a multitude of bees. Somewhere in the background, raucous laughter.
Rachel concentrated on that rather than whatever was in front of her. She had been glad to oversee the arts evening, insisting that she would be more than happy. Tom was thrilled to have the evening free, promising her that he would work hours elsewhere.
Not that she was bothered.
"Hm… Melancholy, deep sadness. That's what I'm feeling from this." Eddie stepped beside her, arms folded as he stared down at one of the student's sculptures. "A feeling I can't begin to describe in words."
Rachel chuckled. "That's because you know nothing about art."
"You may be right."
Raising a brow, she warned him to behave himself. He smirked, turning his attention back to the array of clay models.
"I do know that I am confused and I guess that's what art is about," he stated, trying to sound a little too confident.
They stood in silence for a moment, letting the lively atmosphere drown out their conversation. A minute later, Eddie pointed at one of the sculptures sitting at the back.
"What does that look like?"
She nudged him in the side, beginning to walk onto the next section, tone chastising.
"Eddie! Don't be so rude."