A/N: Oh, some people are checking this story! Hooray! I hope you're all enjoying it. Anyway, I'll keep my a/n short and let you get back to the story.

She was surprised that not a lot of people were gathered by this painting, but she was thankful for it. She took her time admiring every inch of the famous art piece.

Another person joined her.

"Starry Night," he commented, "I'm guessing you're not a New York native?"

"Is it that obvious?" she laughed.

"I did the same thing when I first moved here," he confessed.

"It's one of van Gogh's famous paintings," she continued to admire it, "I would be a fool to just walk by it."

"Well if you're looking for more famous art works," he suggested, "I know MOMA has Picasso's Les Demoiselle d'Avignon."

"Thank you," she quickly looked at him, "Art history major?"

He shook his head, "No, just an art admirer. Though I'm still learning to appreciate contemporary art."

She agreed with him, "I'm considering taking a course on it just to help me out."

"Let me know how that goes," he joked, "It would be nice to understand that section of the museum."

They shared a laugh.

After a few more minutes, she adjusted her bag as a signal that was done with looking at this piece.

"I think I'm going to check out Picasso's work next," she looked at him, "Thank you again."

He smiled and watched her go.

A few people were crowded around the Picasso painting, but she could still admire it from her spot. She spent less time on this piece and decided to move along. Keeping up with the famous works theme, she made her way to Salvador Dali's The Persistence of Memory. She saw the familiar figure from earlier and smiled to herself.

"Hello again," she approached, "Decided to look at another famous painting?"

"I hope you don't mind the company," he kept his hands in his pockets.

"I don't mind at all," her voice was soft.

It was quiet for a moment, with the exception of the people passing by. Those guests would talk to themselves but the two people centered on the painting didn't say anything until they were alone again.

"Dali was a surrealist," she said, "This painting was supposed to discredit reality."

"Are you sure you're not the art history major?" he couldn't help but smile at her.

She looked at him, "I may have checked MOMA's website before visiting this piece."

"I think reality can be nice to escape sometimes," he paused then continued, "Escape the present and not think about the future."

"And maybe forget the past?"

"Not all of the past."

At this point, they were looking at each other while their bodies were still angled to the painting. She moved first, adjusting herself and moving closer to him. He mimicked her actions and examined her whole face. She opened her mouth slightly as if she was going to say something, but no words came out. He moved his head to the side.

Every warning bell in their heads were ringing but it was too late to back away. Their lips met for a brief moment and the instant familiarity became overwhelming.

He pulled away immediately.

"I should – I – I have to go," Eli stammered.

Clare was at a loss for words and just let him walk away.

A/N: Yikes. That kiss will certainly change their interactions with one another. Hope you're all still interested in the story!