The gallery was bathed in soft golden light, the kind that made the vibrant colors of the paintings appear even more alive. Each piece of artwork spoke volumes of skill and passion, but one painting in particular caught your eye—a large, abstract work of swirling reds and deep blues that almost seemed to move with its own rhythm. You stood mesmerized in front of it, fingers lightly tracing the air in front of it.

Mattheo, ever so calm and composed beside you, watched your face light up. He was dressed in a tailored suit, his usual charm and elegance making him stand out in the crowd. "Do you like it?" he asked casually, though you could see the faintest smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. You turned to him, grinning widely.

"I love it," you admitted, "It's perfect."

Without missing a beat, Mattheo reached into his coat pocket, pulling out his credit card and holding it out to you. "If you want it, take it."

You raised an eyebrow, half-amused. "You're giving me your card?"

He nodded, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "It’s all yours."

You took the card with a playful grin. "Alright then, I'll take this for one million galleons."

He chuckled lightly, his gaze never leaving you. "Five million galleons," he corrected smoothly.

You blinked, your eyebrow arched higher. "Why?"

He leaned closer, his voice lowering to a near-whisper. "Your offer will make people think I'm broke... Wouldn't want that, sweetie." His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of genuine amusement behind it. "Now, are you going to make me look poor, or will you honor my request?"

You laughed softly, holding his card in one hand, the other playfully tapping against your chin as if considering the offer seriously. "Five million, then," you said with a wink, "But you owe me one."

Mattheo chuckled again, leaning back against the wall. "Deal."