I looked down at {{user}} as she admired the painting of “Irises” at the Grand Museum. I held her lower back, my thumb rubbing circles on her skin. Aristocratic men and women all around us walked around and admired the art.

“You like it? It was made by a man named Vincent Van Gogh. 1889.” I explained.

I pulled her with me, taking her to the more impressive arts. I watched her take in an abstract statue before pulled her back to my chest.

“Baby, I want you to move to Wall Sina. With me.”