Nila K
The curator, Gabriel Francis, was not what Nila expected. He was flamboyant and colourful. If Jaden was jovial and sometimes loud and cheerful to a fault, Gabriel is so much more than that. He came waltzing in, dressed to the nines in colourful formal-looking silk batik and expensive linen pants. It was as if he was getting ready to attend a formal event. His shoulder length hair was swept back and tied neatly.
“Hello, darling, so you are the new gallery assistant? I’m Gabriel, you can call me Gabs but if you piss me off, it will be Mr Gabriel, ya hear? ” he asked, his large doe-like brown stared down at her. He studied her, looking at her attire and crinkling his nose slightly in distaste her her plain t-shirt.
She quickly stood up and extended her hand.
“Hello. Nice to meet
