Waiting Game

The good doctor finally turned to one of my newer works. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back; intense focus penetrating the frames of his glasses. I sensed genuine intrigue.

"So this is what you've been working on," he said, with a level of enthusiasm I had long been hoping for.

"Yes." I smiled, attempting to stifle my germinal optimism.

His interest lingered for a moment longer as he paced the length of the wall to view several accompanying pieces from the series. Soon enough, the conversation shifted and we began to discuss other matters which were of little consequence to me. The point was- I finally had his attention.