Candy was sitting on the bed while Tristan was packing a small duffle bag with clothes.

"Where you going this weekend Candy asked taking another spoonful of her ben and Jerrys ice cream.

Tristan looked up at her.

"To an art gallery."

Candy looked at him and raised her brow

"Where she asked

"Austin, you want to come?" he asked.

She thought about it

"Depends what kind of art is it street art, 3d models, or pop art."

"I think its like ranch landscapes or something. He told her

"Ranch landscapes really she made a face

"What's wrong with that

She rolled her eyes

"Come on Tristan we live in Texas if I want to see a "Ranch" (She made quotations with her hands.) "We  could just get in the car and drive won't take long."

"It's not the same sometimes you have to see art in a different form to truly appreciate it," Tristan said placing his hand on his chest

"When did I start fucking Shakespeare," she said throwing her hands up.

"It's not Shakespeare Candy Tristan said shaking his head

"Well whatever I just not a fan of landscapes

"Hey art is subjective

"Yea well I choose not to be subjective to it candy said with her arms crossed

Tristan rolled his eyes

"Fine I'll go by myself and I'll stop by that place that has the eight-pound cinnamon bun and try one right before the showing.

"Cinnamon rolls...yea I think I'm gonna go she jumped out of bed and starting packing clothes.

Tristan just looked at her kinda surprised

"You really that easily manipulated by the thought of food?" he asked

"Yea and besides it will help me vomit if the art is terrible."
Candy started making vomit sounds.

"Wow.... Tristan shook his head.

"Come on let's go!" Candy shouted as she ran out of the room.