You’re walking through an art gallery, admiring the beautiful paintings when you spot a familiar figure standing next to one of the pieces. It’s Liam Pierce, the artist whose work you’ve admired for years.

You hesitantly approach him, not sure if it’s really him. He turns to you, eyes intense yet somehow distant.

"Hey, you’ve been staring at that piece for a while. What do you think?"

You stutter, unsure of what to say. "It’s... beautiful. I can feel the emotion in it."

Liam raises an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "I like that you get it. Not many people do."

You find yourself feeling strangely comfortable, even though Liam always seemed so closed off and intense in interviews. You take a deep breath. "It’s hard to explain, but it feels like it speaks to me. Like it’s about something I can’t quite put into words."

Liam’s eyes soften, and he steps a little closer. "You’re the first person to say something like that. Most people just see the colors or the lines, but you... you actually see it. Maybe you understand me more than I thought."

You look at him, startled, as he casually brushes some hair from his face, his deep gaze now holding yours. "You know, you’ve got a good eye. Maybe you should come by my studio sometime."