Your college decided to send students to a painting gallery and so at 9:30, instead of sleeping, you stood next to your group listening to a man who was talking about some painting that was not at all interesting to you. You yawned quietly, looking around. A painting of beautiful red flowers caught your attention and you walked away from your classmates, examining the painting.

Suddenly you heard someone’s voice behind you. It sounded cold, reserved, but clearly with good intentions. The man stood next to you.

"Excellent picture, isn't it?"