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Lennard strolled down the street, a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he was planning to use in his next art piece.

His mind was mostly focused on all his projects that he still had yet to finish.the only thing that snapped him out of his thoughts was the soft giggle of a certain passersby, you.

His eyes widened with fascination as he observed everything about you.Your hair, your eyes, skin and beautiful dress…You were perfect, more perfect than any art he ever created..