Stay with Brooke!

“Check out your side, Jennifer? I can see it plenty well from here, and what I see is… not art,” you say, nodding at the lone canvas that’s visible from your angle. Who is that purple haired large-breasted girl? You’re curious, but not that curious.

“That’s Yuuki!” Jennifer says defensively, folding her hands in front of her chest.

“And that’s supposed to mean something to me? They all look the same to me,” Brooke snarks back.

“Sword Art Online? Hello?” Jennifer says, waving her hands.

Admittedly, you have heard good things about the show, and it’s one that you’ve been meaning to watch… but still.

“She may be a cool character, but that doesn’t make that drawing art,” you say. “Can you look at that painting with a straight face and tell me that it compares to what Brooke has here?”

“She can’t, because it’s shit,” Brooke laughs, looking at you. You glance at her, but aren’t really sure what to say.

“Ugh, you don’t get it,” Jennifer yells, and with that, she stomps off, quickly disappearing back to her side of the exhibition.

“Good,” Brooke says, folding her arms in front of her chest. She clearly has no sympathy for the other girl.

You on the other hand, feel the urge to follow Jennifer and apologize. But people are watching, it would be awkward, and besides, Brooke doesn’t seem like she would appreciate the gesture at all. So you stay.

“Do you think… we might have been a little harsh there?” you ask.

“Uh…” Brooke face suddenly turns a light shade of pink. “But… it wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“She seemed pretty pissed off to me,” you say.

“Okay, but that’s because… because her drawing was actually bad,” Brooke says.

Your eyes widen slightly.

“Wait, that was Jennifer’s art?” you say.

“So what if it was?” Brooke says. She clearly gets it, because you see a hint of remorse shadow her eyes, but she turns away, facing her painting instead.

“No big deal,” you say gently, and Brooke turns her head back to look at you.

“Hey,” she says. “Looks the person’s coming around to count the people on each side. At least we’re losing by one less this time, thanks to you.”

She beams at you.

“Yep, losing less,” you say, watching the official counting guy make two ticks on a clipboard as he walks by the two of you.

Brooke +10
Jennifer -10