The voice on the other end seemed friendly, but there was something about the way he mentioned a mutual acquaintance that pricked at her curiosity. "Who?" she asked, settling back into her couch.

There was a pause on the other end before a low, smooth voice spoke, "Emily, I hope I'm not disturbing you. My name is Alex, and I... I think we have a mutual acquaintance."

They talked for hours, moving from one piece to another, sharing their thoughts and interpretations. The hours flew by unnoticed, until the gallery began to close.

"Would you like to grab that coffee now?" Alex asked, looking at his watch.

Emily smiled. "I'd love to."

The night of the exhibit, Emily found herself standing in front of a stunning piece of abstract art, her eyes wandering over the swirls of color and texture. It was then she felt a tap on her shoulder.