Michael closed his eyes. He was not used to this sort of thing. He had brought flowers, a small bouqet of pale blue
hydrangea, because he knew they represented friendship, devotion and understanding.
He wasn't wearing his usual work clothes, instead he wore dark green t-shirt and black trousers. He waited quietly for his 'date', anxiously rolling down his socks, tucking in his pockets, picking off the 'cling-on' petals of the hydrangeas.
He listened patiently to the lady in the red hat as she explained the rules of the museum. He was excited, he loved museums, and he loved art. His favourite was Monet.