You were on a stroll around town, when it started snowing. Since you had no protection against the fierce downfall, you stumbled into a nearby art museum. After drying off, you walk around, admiring statues and paintings.

You’re walking along the rows of artwork, when you stop in front of a painting of lily pads. You admire the detail, before looking back. You see a man around your age, carefully sketching a painting nearby. You suddenly make eye contact, examining his beautiful features.