A second week had rolled by in Seattle when suddenly my phone glowed with a note from Jayce.
Jayce: "You're coming home for spring break, right?"
Me: "Yeah. Two weeks. Why?"
Jayce: "There's a new exhibit at the art museum. Thought you might want to check it out."
A twist pulled tight behind my ribs. Not too distant, the art museum sat still. His work used to live there - Lucas filled rooms with it. Each memory near him carried jagged metal forms, mixed always with vision no one else could match.
Odd timing, really - Jayce mentioning it right at that moment.
Me: "The art museum?"
Jayce: "I know. Ironic. But the exhibit is actually about architecture and design. Thought it might be cool. As friends. No pressure."
As friends.
Me: "Sure. Sounds fun."
Jayce: "Saturday? I'll pick you up."
Me: "It's a not-date."
Jayce: "Definitely a not-date."
Saturday at the art museum.
