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Nigel had his cell in hand and effectively tying up the phone call in progress with Indigo. Agreements were made including plans for the next featured artist opening. She surprised him with the personal invitation of a possible trip to New York that would be shared by them to collect on some art pieces that were up for sale by a private party. A little shopping could help iron out any leftover wrinkles in their current relationship. Ross, his husband, was right after all. It just was only a matter of time when it came to Indigo. He told Nigel the woman was likely not even mad and his own guilt was working overtime on him.

Now he felt right and somewhat back in his own skin which would be appreciated greatly by the one he shared life and home with. Leave it to Ross to be far more optimistic than he was. Nigel stressed in general and over reacted. His flaws were hardly hidden from the soul he called his eternal mate. Then again Ross was not looking at sharing business space with Indigo as much as he currently was and Ross was not the one who was now known for excluding their boss from a party that she walked into with mixed results and reactions.

Her voice was briefly drowned out by the sounds of what was rather familiar to him. From the distance he stood still but was instantly moved by what he was witnessing. Given his near perfect vision he spotted the powerful message in the bright and bold listen-to-me-colors of the street art mural that shimmered beneath the limited exposure of light. Fixed on the side of a freight car was art that would most likely be on the move before the first rays of the sun reached the surface. Art that was more than the typical tag left with the artist's name using the chosen space. Not that he couldn’t appreciate the talent in that as well but there was a whole lot more going on in what caught his artistic eye and his human one. The one that saw the world with a passion and respect that fueled him to invest his life in art.

Nigel waited until the denim clad artist disappeared all the while resisting the urge to lift his cell phone until then. As soon as she was out of his view he made the bold move of trying to capture a piece that said a lot more than should ever be possible to isolate to a certain number of pixels or an urban moving canvas. It was breathing its message out to the night, the words roaring back at him as he looked at the work fitting into the screen as he lined it up as perfectly as he could. Once it did he tapped the circle that would collect it for proof it existed. With new steps carrying him northbound he didn’t pocket the phone until he was sure the image was in fact in his phone.

“Where did you see it?” Indigo’s voice was full of equal parts question and inspiration as soon as she handed back Nigel’s phone. “I have been trying to find this artist for weeks...wait.” She paused while her fingers proceeded to scroll through the images on her phone that were categorized neatly. “Months. See…” She held up the proof in her hand and gave the man time to review what she was offering for his reference. Once he shrugged she pocketed her phone and stood up from where she had been seated at her desk. “We need to find her, Nigel.” It was as if the work currently waiting on her desk had suddenly lost it’s importance, which it most certainly had. Indigo was unstoppable when she was in this mood and he knew it all too well.”She has promise in her, passion.”

Nigel could see why Indigo was distracted. It was fresh talent going to waste out on the streets...well in this case the tracks. The art that captured his attention was likely rolling along heading for who knows where never to be seen again. Companies would permit the added color only as long as the car was full and moving. Once it was brought in there would be someone with whatever it would take to remove the graffiti and a clean steel canvas would be born once again. She was right. They needed to find this street artist before she moved on elsewhere.

“I will see what I can do.” He started sliding on his jacket that was still warm from when he recently had it on. The silk lining glided over his business shirt with a subtle hiss. Adjusting the position of his shoulders beneath the weight of it finally shifted it to sit where he preferred. “I will need to pick up Ross from the airport.” He checks his watch and realizes it is giving him two hours to ask a few locals he knows in that area before the arrival of the flight from London. “Ross won’t be in the mood to play hide and seek with me and whoever this woman is. I might as well start now.”

“Thank you.” Indigo couldn’t hold back the grin if she tried. “Keep his dream alive.”

Phineas naturally was on her mind as she heard the doors to the Apiary open and close. Would her uncle approve of what they had done so far to make his dreams a reality? Indigo could only hope so and go with what felt right. The kiss of damp cool skin wrapping around her left the fluid sinking through the barriers of material between her and none other than Adley. He was able to pick and choose the moments when she least expected it and swoop in and claim her mind and body. This was no different.

“You!” A giggled accompanied the burst of her voice. “Are so bad.” She found his face with her colorfully streaked hands thanks to the paint he was wearing. “C’mere.” Her hands curled at his jawline and guided his face to hers. “Mmm, yes.” Her lips found his nibbling each with cool wet invitation.

"He has helped out alot. He and Ross have always been there when needed and I have been fortunate they are willing to travel when it is needed. We know how well that goes sometimes, right?” Her eyes found his and it was as if the warmth found within them found it’s way through her skin. The stroke of his attentive fingers through her hair brought the tips of her own fingers to sink a little deeper against his cool flesh beneath them. “I am on a mission of sorts now that you mention it.”

Indigo smiled gently. A formation of her lips that were readable to the one who knew her best. One that left no question she was genuine on the claim of her words. The thrill of discovering raw talent out there that could possibly be nourished by the foundation wearing her uncle’s name was invigorating and she had the hope that Adley would in the very least be curious when she mentioned it to him. It appeared that now was as good as time as any since he asked.

“I wonder if you have by chance seen this work out on the streets.” She pulled out her cell phone using a hand that she reluctantly moved from the connection it had to Adley. “It seems the city has a talent to be discovered, perhaps nurtured? The artist’s current work is already enough to stop you in your tracks.” The image filled the iPhone screen with the colors that bloomed between them. “What do you think? It is why Nigel darted off. He has seen the one who is responsible and went to see if they are locatable.” She glanced down at the screen then back up at him. Her body settled in close to his. “Have you come across it before?”

Adley had the pulse of the streets in him early on when she met him. Something like that never really left the possessor. Briefly her mind recalled the face of the lost, of her brother, of her. Just as quick as it came to her she shook her head lightly and welcomed the sweep of curls that followed with the movement. Adley found her on the road in the middle of nowhere. Rough, tattered and covered in red. She was wearing the colors of pain with the shadowing of building blues and purples that went along with it. Shimmering shards of glass imbedded in the mocha canvas of her youthful skin showed trauma but promise all the same. In that first glimpse he saw something and he took it in. She believed what goes around comes around. Karma could be equally kind.