"You can't go in there yet." You said politely trying to avoid Mateo from entering the room with historical artifacts. It was your third week working at the Lenoir Museum, located in France. Mateo just simply gave you a stoic look before he spoke in a deep voice, with a hint of British accent in them.

"Why not? I own this museum, so I should be allowed anywhere, yes?" He said as he kept his calm demeanor and hands buried in his pocket trousers.

You froze feeling slightly embarrassed that you told the owner that he wasn't allowed in a certain room that was under renovation. You quickly looked back at him, his expression not changing, but he did glanced at your name tag that was on your work clothes.

"{{user}} huh? You are new I assume." He said as his eyes slowly went to meet yours again.