Nora held his gaze for a second longer than she needed to, letting the moment sit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot too much,\u201d she said finally, voice light but deliberate. \u201cBut maybe unnecessary. Tomorrow you might find a note waiting for you instead.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A flicker of surprise lifted his brows, then settled into a slow, appreciative smile. \u201cYou\u2019re flipping the script.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBalance,\u201d she replied. \u201cEqual footing. You can\u2019t always be the one leaving surprises.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Miles exhaled a quiet laugh. \u201cI\u2019ll be checking the sleeve like it\u2019s a lottery ticket.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood,\u201d she said, the corner of her mouth curving. \u201cSuspense is fair play.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The banter landed easily\u2014clean, quick, no edges. Nora felt it again: the strange absence of friction. Talking to him required no translation, no careful editing. The words simply arrived and fit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They turned together toward the nearest painting: sharp geometric forms in slate and indigo trying to lock into place, but interrupted by sudden, jagged bursts of thinner, wilder strokes that bled across the edges.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nora tilted her head. \u201cThis one doesn\u2019t know what it wants to be.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Miles studied it with her, hands in his pockets. \u201cHow so?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt tends toward precision\u2014those clean lines, the measured blocks\u2014but then it blurts out chaos. Like it couldn\u2019t decide whether to stay controlled or let go, so it did both at once. Half commitment.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He nodded slowly, taking in the canvas again. \u201cThat\u2019s a sharp way to read it. Most people just say \u2018busy\u2019 or \u2018confusing.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m saying it\u2019s undecided,\u201d she corrected, dry but not unkind. \u201cIt\u2019s trying to be both things and ends up convincing at neither.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Miles gave a small, thoughtful hum. \u201cSometimes indecision is the subject. The artist might have wanted the tension to show.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d Nora shrugged one shoulder. \u201cBut tension needs intent. This feels accidental.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He turned to face her fully now, expression calm but curious. \u201cYou don\u2019t pull punches.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t see the point in soft criticism if the question is honest.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFair.\u201d He glanced back at the painting once more, then met her eyes again. \u201cI sponsor the artist, by the way.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nora blinked. \u201cYou sponsor artists?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOccasionally. This one especially.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She studied his face for a beat, searching for defensiveness and finding none. \u201cThat explains the thoughtful defense.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then Miles added, \u201cWell, She\u2019s my niece. So, consider it a family obligation.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To be continued tomorrow\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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