My nerves could not handle the rest of the week, as it got closer to the show dates. Sam had to explain to Adam just to give me space at certain times. There was one incident, the day before the show, that made me fall deep in love with him.
I was buried in a large pile of blankets, while my bedroom door was locked. I was filled with panic and anxiety for the next day. All I could see was judging looks everywhere if I go out. Nothing looks good enough for the show or out in public.
"Should we break down the door?" I heard Adam's voice behind the door.
"Just let him rest his nerves for a while. He gets overly panicked before revealing any art piece, and this is like times ten compared to normal. He will come out when he gets hungry." He said and then I heard running footsteps. "What the hell, man?"
I heard something tapping on my bedroom window. I moved the curtain, expecting a bird, instead, I saw Adam with a picnic basket.
