The gallery was bright.
“Everytime I come to one of these I feel like I should have done my degree in something proper, like biology”

We stood facing a pair of bulging lips that had been glued on to an unpainted canvas. 

I put my head on Lory’s shoulder “How does this make you feel?” 
“I don’t know. What’s the title?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t got my contacts in”
“I’m going to get wine.  Do you want a glass?
“Yeah okay”
“Put your contacts on”