Gabby watched at Vincent get pulled aside, she knew he would be busy for a while. With a small sigh she picked up her bag and left with the flood of people, watching Vincent for a moment. The young woman pushed her hair behind her ear.<br/><br/>Gabby had a short break after her speech class before math. Gabriella spent her break looking over the chapter in speech again, unable to focus on the words before her. Her mind wandered back to the moment with Vincent years ago, him singing to her. A dull pain coursed through her as the memory rose to the surface of her brain. Gabby slammed her text closed out of frustration and hurried of to class.<br/><br/>The day continued on with Gabby maintaining her frustration towards Vincent. With the promise of painting, Gabby quickly ate a lunch of pasta and water then hurried off to her class. The room was fairly large, but only a few easels were set up, each with a decent sized canvas. The room already had people in it, about 10, sitting and chatting quietly, a few watching their blank canvas with an odd sense of entertainment.<br/><br/>As her eyes scanned the room they rested on a attractive man sitting in front of a already partially painted canvas. The professor stood next to him, talking calmly with a small old smile. The professor was old, quite simply, he had white hair, wrinkly skin and paint stained clothes.  She watched the man sitting before his canvas for a moment before curiosity got the better of her and she moved to sit at the easel next to his, glancing over at his work.<br/>