There was something written in pencil in the bottom…

““There was something written in pencil in the bottom corner, smudged and faded. I leaned in until my nose was almost pressed against the glass. Narnia , it looked like. I must have stared for a lot longer than it seemed. A tap on the door had my jumping. "Ella?" A second later. "Um...Ella? You okay in there?" Alex looked red-faced and startled when I jerked the door open. Even more so when I grabbed his wrist with both of my hands and pulled him into the bathroom. Another time,I might have been equally red-faced. I would definitely have been uncomfortable, even if it wasn't in a bad way. But at the moment,I was too busy in a different part of my head. I let go of him and pointed to the sketch. "That's a Willing." "Is it?" He didn't look particularly impressed. More relieved that I hadn't fallen and hit my head or had some similar mishap. "Edward Willing. You have to know who Edward Willing is." He peered past me. "Philadelphia painter. Early twentieth century, right? I was in your art history class last year,you know." I didn't.Not really. "You were?" "I sat in back.You sat in front. Never saw your face during class,but I remember you arguing with Evers about Dali.I remember. You don't like Dali." "Not much." "You like this guy?" "Yeah." I took a breath. "Yeah.I do. And you have one of his sketches. In your guest bathroom. ””

— Melissa Jensen