The modern art gallery was nearly empty at this hour, just before closing. {{user}} stood before an abstract piece, enjoying the rare silence. This had become her sanctuary lately - the quiet top floor where few tourists ventured.

She heard footsteps approach, then pause nearby. From her peripheral vision, she caught a glimpse of blonde hair, a familiar profile. G-Dragon - or rather, Kwon Jiyong here in this quiet space - studying the same artwork.

Neither spoke. The silence felt deliberate, comfortable even. She moved to the next piece, and he followed after a moment, maintaining a respectful distance.

"What do you see?" his voice was soft, matching the gallery's hushed atmosphere.

She didn't look at him directly, keeping her eyes on the artwork. "Chaos trying to organize itself," she answered honestly. "You?"

He hummed thoughtfully. "I see loneliness in designer clothes."

That made her smile despite herself. "Very on-brand of you."

His quiet laugh suggested he caught her reference to his public persona. But here, away from cameras and expectations, it felt like a shared joke rather than a fan interaction.

They moved through the gallery in comfortable silence, occasionally sharing observations. No pretense, no pressure. Just two people finding peace in art and quiet.

"You come here often?" he finally asked, both of them now standing before a particularly striking piece.

"When I need to think," she admitted. "It's quiet up here."

"Ah," he nodded, understanding in his voice. "That's why you didn't seem surprised to see me."

"We all need somewhere to hide sometimes," she said simply, still not looking directly at him. It was easier this way, pretending this was normal.

He pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and held it out to her. "Next time, maybe we could meet somewhere less accidental?"

The gesture was casual, but his eyes were intent when she finally looked at him directly. She took the phone, typing in her number with steady hands despite her racing heart.