Who: Neal Caffrey and Belle When: Wednesday, late afternoon Where: Local bookshop (of course!) What: A meeting of like minds Warnings: None that I can think of Status:: Closed/incomplete
Art was Neal's first love. Always would be no matter where he was in the world (or the universe, as it were). But with that love was also a deep appreciation for books. Art through words, as he liked to think of it, and what he imagined when he read always inspired him to paint. And what he created always paled in comparison to what he saw in mind's eye, at least in his own very critical opinion.
Neal wandered down to the local bookshop, and headed straight for the classics section. Art history was next, but the classics were always first. There was so much he hadn't yet read, but they were on his list. A list that, by some odd reason, never got smaller. Only longer and more in-depth. Not that he minded. There were days when all Neal wanted to do was read a good book and paint.
He had rounded the corner of an aisle, and accidentally ran into someone, knocking all of their books out of their arms.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," he said as he knelt down to pick up the books. "I should watch where I'm going."