@dunp3al: with my parents yesterday for lunch. We went to an art gallery afterwards. The art wasn’t terribly interesting though as I walked along the halls and exhibits, I noticed an artist in one of the rooms. Her blonde head was focused on an easel in the back, behind her desk. I couldn’t help but find her cute. I kept walking at first; I didn’t want to interrupt her painting. I found my parents, who were ready to leave, and sat down next to my father. I sat there and thought about my decision to not say hello to the intriguing painter I’d just seen. I asked myself if I was going to let this opportunity simply pass by. I was not. I found myself on my feet again, walking back to the exhibit I’d seen her in. She was crouched in front of a shelf this time. I said hello. She stood up to face me