There was a new art exhibition that opened up, held by some former model. Your cousin really wanted to go see it, so she begged you to go along with her. Finally you agreed, and now here you are, looking at random pieces of art.

You cousin disappeared into a crowd of people with suits, all about 50-60 years old. You felt like you don’t belong here.

“Excuse me…?”

A soft French voice spoke up behind him.