Re: Well after 6, opening day
The breath he had been holding came out in a long sigh at her words, and all he could manage was a small shake of his head, looking over at her, really looking at her for the first time. Simon had never been able to visualise what his sister might look like, and he was suddenly glad he hadn't tried; nothing could have compared to seeing her beside him.
The sound of outrage from the gallery owner drew his attention briefly, and he looked over in his direction, eyes narrowed in a sudden fierceness that quickly halted any argument from the man. He would explain later, but for now, he couldn't be bothered to deal with his protests.
Wetting his lips again, he looked back towards the woman (Olivia, his mind reminded him. Your sister.), then shook his head, a small smile pulling at his lips, brief as a heartbeat. "I can't believe you'd even ask that question," he said quietly, bumping back into her, a gentle nudge. "You don't... have a minute, do you?" Simon said a moment later, keeping his voice down.