Museo Del Prado.... Just one dance.

Few words said and few gestures made in past could have different meanings when you look back in time and think over. He was thinking over today.

He had bought ticket for her to visit museum Del Prado, the largest art museum in Madrid. She did not want to go alone but no one in the family was interested and daniel did not have enough time. So she agreed to go alone while he was leaving home early to drop her to museum on his way to work. The museum was to open at 9:00 AM.

On their way she noticed , Madrid roads were as busy and bustling with traffic as any other busy city around the world. A few traffic jams, horns and people hastily rushing towards their destination. He was driving quietly and she did not feel like distracting him, so without giving him any reason to feel disturbed, she kept looking around and also looking at him.

He was looking handsome in a blue pinstripe shirt and his eyes were covered with shades, for the sun was high and shining. Suddenly she noticed she was also wearing the shades of blue. A white kurta with blue neckline embroidery with a pair of blue jeans and blue headscarf. They were matched. Unintentionally though.

"what are you thinking amiga?" he asked , bringing her out of her dreamworld.

"Nothing important." for a moment she blushed, how could she tell him she was thinking about both of them.

"Really? I thought I saw you smiling. May be you wouldn't like to share or should I not insist?

She caught the teasing smile in his speech and felt lighter.

"No you should not, there are somethings girls do not like to share with men."

His laughter was candid and then he told him they were at Gran Via , the most famous and central street of Madrid.

Museum was nearby now. He dropped her near the museum, with her ticket and a bundle of instructions.

"Please do not worry. I am a big girl remember?" she smiled

"And so pretty on top of that. A pretty and lonely girl is very charming to Madrilenos. So be careful. Ill catch you around lunch time. Make sure your cell is on."

With that he was gone and she joined the long queue for entrance to this grand museum.

She was an art lover and it was her very first time in a European art museum. She remember the instructions given by Daniel and started her tour accordingly. The guide book also informed her about the Vincent Van Gogh exhibition, further increasing her excitement.

Five hours went by and still half of the museum remained unseen, her cell phone was ringing reminding her that Daniel was already waiting outside.

They walked across the street and she found herself surrounded by many fountains, it was such a pleasant site and she did not forget to mention that.

It was a few minutes walk and they were now in front of a small restaurants tucked neatly at the corner of one of the streets. Settling down on their table and as he ordered Tapas for her, everything seemed so dreamy to her. Was she really having lunch with him? It was getting hard for her to keep her nerves intact.

"So how was the experience senorina?"

"Truly amazing."

"Seems you are much interested in art. Why didn't you learn art then?" he asked looking intently at her.

"I can not draw well or may be i am not that creative but I really appreciate creativity."

"Hmm. Ok. So did you meet any handsome guys asking for your time?" teasingly he asked.

"I did", she said smoothly with a fake seriousness.

"Wow, I was right then. So what did you say?"

"I said I had already been asked out for lunch today, may be some other time" she said and noticed his reaction. He laughed and nodded his head. He was so open about it all, she never felt hesitant in expressing. That was the best part about his presence. That was the comfort she drew in his company.

It was a lovely lunch having tapas with cheese and olives. It was a great day when he heard her laughing freely. It was the day when he felt a tinge of jealousy when she mentioned the other guy. He did not notice then.

He was thinking over now.








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