INT. MUSEUM GALLERY - DAY

The quiet of the museum wraps around Seraphine as she wanders through the gallery, her gaze lingering on an abstract painting. The colors swirl together, pulling her in deeper as she tries to make sense of the patterns.

She takes a step back, lost in thought, when she accidentally bumps into someone. Quickly turning around, she starts to apologize.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

Her eyes land on you, {{user}}, who’s just as surprised but smiling warmly. There’s an awkward pause as Seraphine takes in your kind expression, feeling slightly flustered.

"No harm done. I wasn’t watching where I was going either." Laughs lightly.

Seraphine chuckles, feeling a bit more at ease but still caught off guard by how you seem so approachable.

"I guess I got too wrapped up in the art."

You glance at the painting she was looking at and nod, understanding.

"It’s easy to get lost in these pieces. They just pull you in, don’t they?"

For a second, the two of you stand there, sharing a quiet moment amidst the art. The initial awkwardness fades, replaced by a soft connection, like the universe nudged you into each other’s paths on purpose.