The exhibition ended up being by one of the most inspiring Artists I know of, well, kind of. I know of their work but the Artist isn't someone I know, not even their name. The gallery it is taking place in is one on the other side of the city. I have heard of it but never bothered to attend any of their events since the majority take place in the one closer to home at some stage also.

As we pull over in front of the building, I notice the sign outside advertising the event.

"Evans Exhibition.

Private event from 2 pm to 5 pm.

Invitation Only.

Public event from 6 pm to 9 pm.

All Welcome."

Evans Exhibition. That is all they ever state with regards to who the artist is. The only reason I know the work of the artist is due to the image underneath the writing is one of their most famous pieces. As I glance over to my sister who now stands alongside me, she has a smile plastered on her face as she looks towards the sign. I am starting to wonder if she knows exactly who this artist is, I have heard that they do attend the exhibits themselves but do not make themselves known. They like to blend in and admire their work as apart of the crowd. They avoid publicity. They do agree to meet a select few, those meetings take place during the private events that are rare to happen.

I now understand why Summer was so adamant on deciding what I was to wear. Dammit, I should have agreed with it this once. I won't ever tell her that though.

Summer grabs my hand as she gives a little over dramatic wave to Ledger before he speeds off down the road. As we approach the doors of the building, I notice a camera in the top corner when I catch a glimpse of a blinking red light. After 2 minutes of standing there, nothing happens. I glace at my twin with a raised eyebrow but she just shushes me and continues to wait patiently with a small smile on her face. Just as I am about to actually ask this time if she is sure that her contact was trustworthy, the door opens up and stands before me is a large male.

To say he is buff and ripped would be an understatement. His dirty blond hair is just below shoulder length and is let down loosely, in a natural wave. His attire is a simple fitting navy suit jacket, and a shirt that is buttoned down enough to get a glimpse of his chest and tucked into his dark brown pants.

His eyes land on me the moment the door opens. I have never felt insecure about my looks to any great extent, but the way his eyes roam up and down, none too shy, cause me to internally curse that I didn't try a little harder with my wardrobe choice. Once his assessment of me is done, his eyes move on to Summer who's smile has grown even more. Her innocence is radiating off of her and you would wonder if animals from afar would worship the ground she walks on the minute her voice is heard. Bloody devil in disguise.

The man's face brightens ever so slightly and an amused smirk plays on his lips. "Summer, dear, 20 minutes early, why am I not surprised?" His eyes fall back onto me straight after he addresses her and once again, I feel like my whole strong, mysterious demeanour is crumbling beneath me. "So, is this him?"

Summer latches onto my arm and hugs it to herself tightly. "Yes, this is my sweet little twin brother, Jameson. Jameson, my baby brother, this is Ellis, Ellis Evans."

My eyes try to grow wide at the name but I cause them the narrow slightly instead. "You mean you're... Evan's Exhibition?" My eyes shoot to Summers before going back to Ellis'. I clear my throat before giving a short nod "I mean, nice to meet you."

They both give me a slight grin before Ellis opens the door further for us to enter.

"Let us go to my office first, I'd like to talk to you both first and it is still early. I have some lunch that you could pick on if either of you is hungry."

Summer sents me an evil smirk at the mention of food before she clings to my arm again and drags me along with her, behind Ellis. As we enter the room which he called his office, we take a seat on the sofa that is placed away from the desk and wait as Ellis brings over a few plates filled with cheese, grapes and crackers.

"So, is she here yet? I have not been in contact with her for a while now... so I only could hope she would be attending since it is a private event!" Summer spills out before the man has a chance to sit down. He simply glances at her before giving me his attention.

"With regards to what you asked outside, no, I am not the artist behind the exhibition, the name is merely a coincidence. Since you know of the work given your expression earlier, I am guessing you follow it. If so, you know that they like to avoid publicity. I'd like, if you would, to sign this just as a disclosure to their identity. It is nothing too major but when you meet them, you will understand why they chose to stay slightly hidden from the artistic limelight, but I will explain that myself beforehand regardless." As Ellis says all of this, his eyes remain entirely focused on mine, and I can't seem to find the will to avert them. I notice as I continue to stare directly at him, his eyes narrow slightly. As I keep my expression blank, I nod my head slightly and take the sheet he was addressing to read over.

Before I can read it over, a large hand is placed over mine, stopping me from continuing, and I look back up to the owner, only to see he is watching Summer instead. His hand remains on mine causing my walls to shake slightly as I try to remain composed.

"You know how private these events are, and I know that you both met before, and this is your way of reconnecting. I am doing this as a favour to you, what about your side of the favour?"

Summer smiles before pointing at me.

Knowing they are discussing the blind date, which I am starting to question how this favour from Summer benefits Ellis, I remove my hand from Ellis' grasp and read over the sheet. Since it doesn't seem too detailed, I sign my name before looking back up with a raised eyebrow.

Ellis is watching me already intently, and when he catches my eyes he shakes his head with a faint smile. "Her name is Julietta Evan Smith. You may have heard of her from stage name, Smithy. One of the chart artists to this date with several number one singles, and so on. She decided to remain unknown to the public when it came to becoming an artist so her work would become known for her talent, not because of her fame. Once a month she holds a private event as such, that very few have access to. It allows her to meet some of her most loyal supporters, and share her talent with close friends and family without having to hide."

Summer is bouncing on her seat a little as Ellis tells me the story behind the artist. Although I know of Smithy's work, I am more worried about how excited my sister is getting over this.

"Summer, I am hoping you are not gone stalker fangirl on this woman, are you? For you to go to such lengths to simply meet her when you could just attend a concert like a normal fan. How did you even find out that she was the artist behind this?"

In response, I get a dig in the shoulder, which I will never admit to actually hurting slightly. "Oh be quiet, I know of her due to a business meeting we once had a few months ago. She herself told me about this side of her but after, we lost contact. When I saw that there was an exhibition to be taking place here I hoped she would be attending since there was a private event apart of it. I thought it was the best chance to reconnect, without the pressure of publicity and business behind it."

I smirk at her with raise of my eyebrow. "Hmmm... 'Merely business purposes.' What else... 'IT. IS. NOT. A. DATE.' Oh, didn't you say-"

"Zip. It." She says, her face beet red as she glares at me. A chuckle from Ellis snaps her out of her anger moment and she sighs heavily. "We got along well, as friends, business associates, and I thought it would be great to reconnect under less pressure. That is all. If she sees me, doesn't want me here, then I will leave. No questions asked."

Although she sounds honest, I can see the threatening glint in her eye that she is trying to push back. If Julietta turned Summer away, I know for a fact that it would be hell for her to leave without trying. It is rare for her to become in any way attached to someone.

"Well, with that aside, it is almost time for the event to start, shall we?"