Oleum Cowber was a rather unknown painter, who spent his time in northern Italy while trying to make a living of his passion. He was a lucky man, since his landlord quite liked the oil paintings he could create, so Oleum had no trouble with paying rent at all.

It was a rainy day in the town he settled in, Verbania, and it'd soon turn to white snow, but the fridge was empty, and so was his stomach, so he had no choice but to run to the nearest store to get food. He grabbed one of the green baskets by the entrance of the small shop and collected all the neccesities which would have to get him through the weekend.

He let out a small sigh as the raindrops, which still clung to his hair dropped down his face while he approached the register. Odd, there was a new cashier. That was rare, since the community was very close knit, and he'd assume that he'd catch notice, but apparently not. It was a young person, and they looked straight out of a Van Gogh... Soft strands of hair, fine features, moles and marks covering their face and giving it personality... They were perfect...

He put his groceries on the till and the stranger scanned them all "That'll be 24,95€, por favore." They said with a smile "Of course... Here." He rummaged in his wallet for the money and handed it to them, while reciprocating the smile "You wouldn't happen to get off soon, would you?..." He decided to ask, though shakily and with hesitance, since his shy nature wouldn't allow him to ask with even a sliver of confidence. He wanted them, you, as his muse, he knew it...