I'm not really sure if this is a room or a hallway...

It's really spacious, not a lot of furniture but still very elegant. Even though there is nothing within a 10 foot radius around me, I still feel like if I even breath I'll break something. There are a few statues against the walls. They look very old, maybe from the Renaissance period. They're also... naked. If I look up I risk making awkward eye contact with a stone nudist.

Back on track, it might just be a room, but it's also very long with several doors lining the walls. In the end I decide it's a gallery, because there are several big paintings on the walls.

D'arcy and I have been waiting here for a few minutes. He's standing tall, arms folded across his chest and a deadly glare locked onto the double doors at the end of the gallery. I didn't do anything to tick him off did I? No, no. How could I? Unless this is about the picture. But I had nothing to do with that. He's not mad.

He tenses up some, setting his jaw. His eyes are still glued to the doors.

"You... okay there, Darce?"

"I'm fine."

"... Did I like, do something-?"

"Course not. Don't be ridiculous," He says, sounding agitated.

"Ridiculous?" I snap, twisting towards him. "You're the one just standing there just, just, just... brooding!"

"Brooding?" He scoffs, glancing down at me from over his shoulder.

Suddenly I'm doubting my word choice... brooding's a word, right?

"... Yeah... brooding," I continue uncertainly.

He snaps his head back towards the door. For a moment there's silence. I glance down at my feet (mainly because if I look anywhere else I see statue porn). My thoughts are interrupted by a sigh.

"I'm sorry," he says softly. "No, you did nothing. I'm frustrated with my-"

Suddenly the double doors fly open and a parade of people flood in. Two burly men stay by the doors, while a blonde pencil skirt taps away on an iPad while chatting into a Bluetooth. Lastly, an older man enters, glaring daggers at the two of us.

"--father," D'arcy finished coldly.