Harold had never been an art gallery sort of person, however, the talent behind all the work within the particular one he had been attending belonged to someone that he knew. Never being really close to Dean Thomas, but the few times that they had conversed, it was easy to tell that he was a good guy. The conclusion to support the opening didn't seem to hesistate within his mind, as he had made his way down to the building a tad after it had opened, being one to be fashionably late for events. His arrival that evening had mostly to do that he had needed to preoccuy himself with basically anything. A woman that he had thought had been beyond perfect had left him high and dry. Things didn't work out sometimes, no matter how many times that a person wished it. Eventually, Harold knew that he would feel better about the situation. The first attempt had to be accomplished at one point. That evening was the start of it though.
Glancing at the art that adorned the walls, he could tell that the talent floated through the painting for him to marvel at. Harold had seen such a skill before, but such was different than others. The opening seemed like a success as well, people causaly strolling through the vicinity, amazed at the art that had been placed peacefully before them. Distracted just slightly by a familar wave of blonde hair, Harold almost completed a double take before realizing whom the sight before him truly had been. Lavender? Harold hadn't seen in quite a while, noticing that she had still looked stunning, even from behind.
"Lavender," he spoke out, rounding to one side of her body with a bright smile spreading across his facial features. "What a pleasant surprise to see you here. Missed me?" A simple smile spread into a more charming one relatively quickly as he caught her attention for the time being, hopefully.