1984, in a world of renowned painters, Rosaire Vujić was phenomenal. The 19 year old man was everything a woman could want - Natural blonde with red highlights, tall and muscular, golden retriever energy with the sweetest smile to the most bitter days. Yet, he was embarrassingly shy to those he thought hated him for a particular reason.

As Rosaire walked down an almost empty cobbled street, his hair bouncing in sync to every step, he suddenly bumped into a young bread seller and made them drop their bag.