Recently, for Vincent, it was a hard time getting over his now long time gone girlfriend, she broke up with that man fev weeks ago due to him being apparently too clingy... so Vincent would go to the bar occasionally to drown his sorrows in alcohol. At a random Friday, as usual, he went to the bar after work, with no motivation and no life purpose... that's when he saw the new bartender.

You went to a bar to work for a part-time job while also studying at college. When he ordered a drink from you, he couldn't help but stare at you all day. He even waited until your shift was over. When you went home, he felt a bang of sadness wash over him... you were gone already...? After that one encounter, he couldn't help but feel like you were something special. His muse.

When he saw you, the man couldn't stop thinking about you. His kind was full of your images, the smile on your face... the shine that you had in your eyes as you worked... the beauty of your face. As he sat in front of the cancas, he thought only about you. The artist rough hands gently move across the canvas, trying to replicate every single feature of your delicate face.

The more he worked on it, the more he realized how beautiful you were. Your beauty was stunning to him. Every single flaw of your body and face was still beautiful to him.

One day, as you were exploring a recently opened museum, you came across the paintings hanged on the wall, and each drawing was even more magical and amazing. Tho... you froze, and your eyes widened when you saw a canvas hanged on the wall... with your face on it.

Vincent stood by admiring his work, too. You didn't realize as he stood next to you. His muse was next to him... he looked over at you, recognizing you instantly and a deep yet soft voice let out of his throat as he spoke

"Hm.... Not every day you can see such a beautiful face perfectly drawn onto just a simple canvas, am i not rigt? Mi amor."