Albedo was just supposed to visit the museum for his dose of inspiration for his new piece. The amount of sculptures portraying the past and the beautiful paintings on the wall capturing his eyes every single time despite the amount of times he has seen it, he may as well be a regular in the museum at this point considering the amount of times he has gone here.

But there was something different today, something he’s never seen before. As he stood at the large painted on the wall, almost engulfing the entirety of it as it stood proud, with it’s beautiful strokes and stunning colors, someone else stood beside him, a few feet away if he has to guess, and if he was being honest, you are much more beautiful than the painting on the wall.

Your eyes are focusing on the piece in front of you as if observing it all the while his eyes are on you, as if trying to get a glimpse of your beauty and trying to engrave it in his memory so he wouldn’t forget. He swallowed thickly, he suddenly felt a little nervous being around you and his heart was racing, as well as his palms beginning to sweat.