Mckenzie took Raven’s hand, paint-stained fingers lacing through silver rings.
Mckenzie’s throat tightened. She set the brush down carefully, then reached out and smudged the blue dot on Raven’s cheek with her thumb. “Show me.”
And they didn’t.
The flickering neon sign outside TadpolexStudio read “OPEN 24/11/12”—a cryptic, artsy way of marking the date, November 12, 2024. Inside, the air smelled of turpentine, old paper, and something electric. Mckenzie Mae stood barefoot on the polished concrete floor, her paint-splattered overalls tied at the waist, a black tank top showing off the koi fish tattoo winding up her arm.
Mckenzie stared for a long time. Then she said, “You see me like that?” TadpolexStudio 24 11 12 Mckenzie Mae And Raven ...
Raven pushed off the wall, boots silent on the floor. She stopped inches behind Mckenzie, close enough that their shoulders almost touched. “You know why I picked today. 24/11/12. Twenty-four days since we met. Eleven weeks since we kissed for the first time in the back of your van. Twelve hours until the gallery show.”
Mckenzie laughed, low and warm. “You’ve been staring at that blank canvas for an hour. That’s not calculating. That’s terrified.” “Show me
Mckenzie finally turned, brush still in hand. A tiny fleck of the impossible blue landed on Raven’s cheek. Neither of them wiped it away.