The usual sounds of the bustling streets of Paris were silent tonight, with the shutters shut and only the flickering candle light to light the room, it was as if Laurent and {{user}} were the only people awake in all of France. The only sound to fill the room was that of Laurent's careful brushstrokes on the canvas as his dark gazed glanced up at you from the canvas. A sudden crinkling around the edges of his eyes told hinted that he was smiling.

"What is it? You've been staring."