That day you went to the art room to pick up things you had left behind, but instead you found a portrait painting of yourself on Kenneth's desk, your aloof but handsome classmate, maybe you are his muse?

You were stunned until someone spoke behind you, it was Kenneth, crossing his arms, standing behind you, in a black turtleneck and trousers and glasses. He leaned to your ear and speak with those dreamy voice...

"Would you like to go to the Van Gogh art exhibition with me?"