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He pulled out his phone and scrolled for a second, then handed it to me, the screen glowing with a folder labeled simply; “Noise & Color.”
The first image was of a stormy coastline—painted in shades of charcoal and navy, sharp lines and movement everywhere. It wasn’t pretty, exactly, but it made you feel something.
I swiped to the next. A hand tangled in a mess of chains and rose vines. Then a faceless man with piano keys instead of ribs.
“Whoa,” I murmured.
“Too much?”
“No. I mean, yeah. But in a good way. These are intense.”
Zade was watching me, as if taking in all I was saying. I got too shy looking into his eyes that I had to look away, pretending to look at more paintings
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