"IT'S been a very long time, Mister Beaufort." Mister Anderson, the famous architect who designed my gallery greeted me with a smile, his age showing. He is already in his late 50's and I heard that he already retired. "I'm so proud of your success, even I never thought that you would be this famous."

 "No, I'm not that famous, I just got my talent recognized. It's the pictures that they are really looking into."

 Mister Anderson raised both of his eyebrows, "You must be forgetting something else."

 I chuckled, "Please, I am trying my best to be humble."

 Yesterday, there was no problem at all. Only my employees setting up a surprise 'welcome back' party. They are a little sulky because I didn't go straight to visit them.

 "While you were away, I heard from your workers that there have been customers wanting to buy your photos. They're disappointed that they can't even get to hang in at their wall. Really, you should start an auction."

Grinning, I joked, "I'm afraid I will be one of those pieces to be in that auction."

 Mister Anderson laughed softly, "I will never forget those youngins who says that you're a piece of art and that they are willing to bid for possession."

 I sighed, "Everyone seems to be treating me like a trophy."

 We are currently in my studio viewing the framed pictures I have taken during my earlier years. Some of the displayed pieces are artworks from some random people I met during my travel. I would be their paintings or let them paint scenery and include in in blog and magazines. I even posted the real pieces in my gallery with their names and information written on each side.

 Even that was appreciated. Whenever someone would ask me if I could sell it to them I would only say, "No way, it's my property. You should get your own art from the person who paints this." 

 Some took my advice though. I'm glad that some of those artists who were only displaying their artwork on the side of the streets are able to create their own gallery. Their hard work paid off.

 "Jace," Mister Anderson is now dropping the formalities. "Is it hard looking for commitment? I mean marriage." He asked as he looked over my hand that until now isn't wearing a wedding ring or at least a wedding ring. "You're not getting any younger."

 I shake my head, "No, I'm still 27 years old."

"You mean already 27, I met my wife when I was 22."

 I looked over the photo in front of us, it was the picture of a black butterfly that I took from another country.

 "Maybe it's not the right time for me to marry yet," I said I looked at the picture. "Maybe if I did, that commitment would not prosper. I had a feeling that it would only give me misfortunes if I settle down now."

 "Hmm," Mister Anderson stared at the photo deeply. "You really watch for signs in your surroundings, huh?" When I looked over at his direction, he was smiling, "I just want you to know that loving someone...won't let you feel pressured to be tied to that person."

 "Your age is starting to talk," I said that made him smile.

 "And your age is already complaining."

 I KEPT sighing while waiting in my office. I was sitting in my swivel chair but away from my desk, even though I have a mountain of work and job offers piling on top of my desk, I just want to spend my entire afternoon lazing in front of the window, looking over the street.

 I wasn't really looking at the street actually, waiting for one particular person. Kane.

  "Maybe he got lost?" I said to myself.

 But he could just hail a cab and ask for this place.

 Another sigh.

 Why am I so desperate to meet him really? Those were just a dream, right? Very strange dreams.

 It was already night when I woke up from a cold breeze. I shivered continuously, I have a very cold body, unfortunately. I stretched my back and yawned in a very long time.

 The nightguards must have to monitor the whole place by now, and the day workers have already gone home. Since I worked hard as well, I decided to just go home as well. As I was about to step out from my gallery I shrieked when suddenly a white paper thing came rushing through my face, I ducked in response even though I know it's harmless.

 It just shocked me.

 I took a breath several times before bending down and picking the paper plane. But then I realized, there were more than one paper planes lying on the ground.

 "Just who the heck--"

 I was about to curse when on the other side of the road, I saw him again. I had to blink in disbelief first before I could process what he was really here.

 It was only for a second when he started closing the gap between us. I was still frozen in place when he already stopped in front of me.

 "I'm sorry," That was the first thing he said.

 "Sorry?"

 He raised a hand and showed me his hand with three more paper planes, "Your place is full of this origami now."

 I don't know if I will laugh or I will get angry but I said with a smile, "And why are you throwing paper planes?"

 "The kids..." He said, I don't really know how to put it but I really find it funny because his eyes are one of those you would say lazy and expressionless, even when he is talking his eyes never lift up. "They said that if I can't call you out, I should throw these origamis to say what I wanted."

 I almost laughed, damn those kids. "You really shouldn't what kids would say. I think you've been scammed."

 Then I looked at the paper plane in my hand and unfolded the paper, only one letter was written. Coffee?

 Curious, I picked another one and unfolded.

 Donuts?

 Chocolates?

 When I looked at him, he still looked like he had just got up from sleeping, not embarrassed of what he just did.

 "Are you...asking me out?"

 He nodded slowly matching his lazy look, "Yeah, but I don't know what you like."

 I sighed, this is crazy but I really want to know more about him.

 "Coffee," I said. "You can treat me a coffee."

 I don't know if I was imagining it but I think I saw a faint glint in his eyes as soon as I said.

 "Let's go?"

 I smiled as I ushered him to come with me. When I turned around I looked at the paper plane on my hand.

 Paper planes huh...