Isa's mind paid a little more attention to the voice so common to her<span style="font-style: italic"> yea well he was a coward can you believe that</span>she thought to herself. This voice was a man<span style="font-style: italic">How so like a man to like another mans work</span>ok now she was just being unruly in her mind looking for something to talk about. Because soon it would be dark soon she would be alone. Heels echoed through the halls of the small art museum she was the owner had well a small crush on the young artist who enjoyed one of the paintings almost to an obsession. "Ah Ari how wonderful it is too see you again" she said with a formal greeting. "I see you are visiting this painting once again" she said her voice full of curiosity, "If you fill out a form maybe we can let you borrow as you are one of our patrons" she said with a smile. She was trying to get in with a little this was just a way to the bigger puzzle.