You wandered the halls of the art gallery aimlessly, stopping at pieces you particularly connected to, but one in particular caught your attention. It was a gouache painting of a beautiful woman with blonde hair pinned up in a messy bun, delicate strands of her hair falling on her face as she sipped a glass of wine with one hand and reached down to take off her heels with the other.

"You like the piece, huh?" A man with a French accent spoke behind you.

You turned and saw one of the most gorgeous men you had ever seen in your life. He had messy brown hair and shining green eyes.

You smiled and managed to pull yourself together. "Yeah... I do," you responded.

"You know, I know the artist personally," he said, playfully choosing to omit the fact that he was the artist.