Maggie scrunched her nose. “Like what, Maven?”
“We got to talking about things and he told me he would go swimming with me if that would make me feel better. He knew I was sad and he was trying to make me feel better.”
Her mother shut her mouth before she said anything to upset Maven. She hadn’t seen her daughter happy in a long time. Who was she to ruin it?
“Something smells good in here,” Maven’s father said, resting his briefcase on the counter. He kissed all three of them before pulling up a seat next to Maggie. “How’s everything around here?”
Maggie looked at Maven to respond. “Nothing much, just waiting on dinner, Dad.” Maven knew to keep tight-lipped on the topic of boys around her father. He was still trying to get over the first one that broke her heart. He was strict and it took a lot of prying to allow Maven to seriously date Jake, even when they grew up together. Not to mention the anger that seemed to ooze from his every pore whenever Jake’s name was mentioned in the house anymore.
“Maven made a friend,” Her mom said, resting a bowl of salad on the countertop.
Maven’s eyes were huge. She couldn’t believe her mom had the nerve to tell him.
“Oh?” Was all he said in return.
Maggie nodded. “Yeah, I think Maven has a crush on him, too.”
Maven smoothed her hair down, feeling a bit uneasy. She wondered what her dad would say next. But before he could say anything her mother spoke. “She says his name is Henri.”
Dad gave a nod. “That’s wonderful news. I am going to read this paper. Call me when dinner is done.”
Maven watched him walk away. She was thunderstruck. “Since when doesn’t he care?”
Mom smiled. “Oh he does. Anything is better than Jake right?”
Maven gave a measured nod, still confused. Anything was better than Jake, but this easy going attitude was a bit atypical to her.
Maggie jumped down from the barstool. “Maybe Dad feels now that you have had your heart broken you are mature enough to make better choices.” She shrugged, heading out of the room.
Dinner ended. And after helping her mother with the dishes, Maven went out to the porch. Nick was sitting on the big porch swing texting away.
“Hey, Mave.”
“Hey, what are you doing?” She asked, taking a seat next to him. The swing picked up speed and they fell into sync swaying back and forth.
“I am texting April about tomorrow,” he said, never raising his head from his phone.
“What’s tomorrow?” Maven tried looking at the text, but was quickly shoved away.
“Are you sexting, Nicholas Wilder?” Her face lit up with amusement.
“Tomorrow I’m taking her to see a movie,” Nick said as a matter of fact. Like it wasn’t a big deal. He had dated a lot of girls over the years, none of them ever lasted.
“That sounds nice.”
Nick dropped the phone on his thigh and leaned to the side. He slipped a hand into the pocket of his blue jeans, retrieving a piece of paper. He tossed it to Maven. “April told me to give this to you.”
Maven stared at the seven digits scrawled across the paper. She looked at Nick bewildered.
Nick sighed. “It’s that kid’s number. She wanted you to have it.”
She shook her head feeling ridiculous. If Henri wanted her to have his number he would have given it to her himself. She tried passing it back. Nick waved his hands denying her the chance. He grabbed hold of his phone and went right back to texting.
“I don’t want the number if his cousin had to give it to me.”
“She wouldn’t have given it to you if she thought he didn’t want her to.” Nick argued. “You two hung out all day, all signs point to yes.”
“Yes what?” She made a face. “What does yes mean?”
“I don’t think he would mind if you had his number is all that I’m saying.” Nick watched her slip it into her pocket.
“So what do you think about Henri?” She looked over at him, his brown hair shielding his eyes from view. “Do you think he’s better than Jake?”
Nick started laughing. “Are you already sizing this guy up?” He tousled her hair teasingly. “Anything is better than Jake.”
Maven rolled her eyes. “That’s what I hear from everyone.”
“He’s a little skinny, but he seems alright. April says he is a really nice guy.” Nick’s expression grew serious. “And you need nice people in your life, Maves.”
She pulled the number out of her pocket and studied it.
ART
HE WAS SITTING at the yogurt hut. Not working, just eating. Replaying the words of Dr. Wilder in his head—that things hadn’t changed. Nothing ever changed for him. But today he was saddened by this, more than usual. Today it didn’t matter how blue the sky above him was. He was miserable.
Maven watched him from afar. Standing with her father as he shipped some packages at the post office, she held one hand against the counter, the other twirling a strand of blonde hair. She only wanted him to notice her. But he was concentrating on his yogurt and nothing else.
Dad thanked the post office attendant, tucking his receipt in the front pocket of his shirt.
“Did you want to head home for lunch or do you have other plans?”
She broke her stare long enough to give her dad an answer. “I think I’m going to talk to Henri.” Her dad turned quickly, he was eager to lay eyes on Henri. He looked harmless enough.
“Alright, I will see you later. Call if you’re going to be late.” She kissed his cheek, watching him head back in the opposite direction. Maven gave herself a quick glance in the window. She ran her fingers through her long hair. Securing the small flower that was holding the side of her hair in place. She smoothed her light pink camisole and even straightened her jean shorts before taking a step in Henri’s direction.
“Hey,” she said quickly, her shadow looming over the table where he sat. Henri lifted his head. He gave her a smile and offered her a seat.
“What’s up, Maven?”
Maven leaned forward, eager to talk with him again. She had looked forward to it. “Nothing much. I’m glad I ran into you again.”
Henri raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
Maven looked around, hoping Jake and Tatiana wouldn’t show up like the last time she was at the yogurt hut. “Yeah, I had a nice time swimming with you.”
Henri swallowed, looking away from the table.
Maven studied his suddenly cold demeanor. “Is everything alright, Henri?”
Henri’s eyes met hers. “What if I said things weren’t alright?”
Maven’s eyes grew large. “What do you mean?”
Henri thought about confessing his secret.
Today wasn’t the day.
“I don’t mean anything. Sometimes my mind gets the best of me.” He crumpled his napkin, tossing it into his barely eaten yogurt. “Are you up for the art museum?”
Maven nodded. “For sure.”
***
The art museum of Portwood was within walking distance of just about everything. Maven loved the old fashioned cobblestone roads and the old style street lights.
They hurried up the massive set of museum stairs, pushed past the revolving doors, and were whisked away into displays of chic artwork. The summer heat a thing of the past as the air conditioning pumped plenty of cool air through the small museum.
Maven kept her arms crossed as they walked into the first room. It was a little cold. Henri’s hands were tucked into his pants pockets. There were only a couple people nearby. The museum wasn’t the preferred spot during the summer. Most people were busy swimming or doing something outdoors.
Maven stopped in front of an old oil painting, a scenic one, lush green grass, weeping willows and a young woman running across the painting, only she looked as if she was placed there later, she was so contemporary compared to the vintage feel of the backdrop, long flowing hair, porcelain skin. It was a stunning piece of art.