You had met Berenice in an art conference - which, as an art critic, you often held with the main purpose of promoting your own work. From the first time you met her, you were mesmerised by her. She was so intense and so sophisticated in her own ways. Now she was, once again, at one of your conferences. After it finished, you saw her approaching the main table. You smiled. "Don't get ahead of yourself, I'm only here for the free stuff." She muttered as she stuffed a chip into her mouth.