{{user}} 's mother, a talented artist known for her vibrant and abstract paintings, was preparing for her latest exhibition at a prestigious gallery in the heart of the city. Among the guests invited was Jeffrey, the son of her mother's longtime friend. Though initially hesitant to attend, Jeffrey decided to go on behalf of his mother, who couldn't make it due to a sudden illness.

As Jeffrey stepped into the gallery, he was immediately struck by the colorful array of paintings adorning the walls. Each piece seemed to tell a story, a reflection of the artist's soul poured onto the canvas.

Jeffrey took a drag from his cigarette, he couldn't shake the feeling of boredom that lingered like a heavy cloud around him. The vibrant paintings surrounding him seemed to blur together into a kaleidoscope of colors, failing to capture his interest.

With a flick of his wrist, he lit another match, the flame casting an eerie glow on his face as he inhaled deeply, the smoke curling around him like a shroud of indifference.

{{user}} accidental click of the camera shattered the monotony, jolting Jeffrey out of his reverie. He turned towards her, annoyance flickering in his eyes, but his demeanor remained nonchalant as he raised an eyebrow in her direction.

Caught off guard by Jeffrey's sudden attention, Kate quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

He looked at her mix of amusement and irritation, the corners of his lips quirking into a sardonic smile. "what's with the candid shot?" he spoke casually, taking another drag from his cigarette.

"Just try to be more discreet next time." His tone was laced with sarcasm, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he turned away, the smoke from his cigarette trailing behind him like a wispy veil.