“Good Afternoon.”
“Hmm.”
“Stunning isn’t it?”
She shifted her focus away from the priceless artwork in
front of her to the man standing next to her.
“Yes, it is.
It’s one of my favorites in the gallery.”
Beside her, the man turned to meet her eyes. He smiled at her. She smiled back, thinking how handsome
he looked.
“Thank you. I
spent a lot of time working on it.”
Her confusion was evident; after all, the artist had died
more than a century ago. Her eyes
flicked back to the painting before glancing back to the empty space beside
her.
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