[Time]
[Zoe's POV]
[Time]
Four years later
"How are you? Nervous?"
"Yeah, I've finally opened my gallery here in New Haven after a month of graduating college."
"Relax, honey. I'm sure everyone will love your art."
"Even if you tell me that you can't just expect me to relax. This is New Haven. My hometown."
"Even if it's Americans, Asians, Europeans, everyone loves your work."
"You're just saying that because we're going out."
"I'm not. Even before I courted you, I always have said that." He chuckled on the other side of the phone.
"Zoe!"
"Sorry, I gotta' go. Grandpa Luke is calling me."
I turned off my phone before he could even say anything and faced the intimidating old man.
Throughout the years, grandpa Luke was like a father to me. He was always there in times of my need. Even though we were not blood-related, he was more than family to me than my original ones.