I forced a smile and stepped back from the glass.
"I don't think your exhibition is ready yet," I said lightly. "Don't worry. When it officially opens, I'll come and support you."
Yael didn't let it go. He moved closer, still wearing that easy smile. "That works. But I was actually hoping you could give me some advice."
I kept my tone polite. "I don't know anything about sculpture, Yael. You're giving me too much credit."
"I've watched your live competition," he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Your paintings are beautiful. Art is connected. I'm sure you can give me inspiration."
He said it without embarrassment. If he was truly that innocent, then fine. But if he wasn't… then it felt like a line he'd practiced.
I gave a small nod. "We can talk when there's time. But I have to head home today. When is the exhibition opening?"
"I still have one major piece I haven't finished," he said.
Then his eyes met mine and his smile brightened, almost too bright.
