The afternoon art museum was quieter than usual. There was only an hour left until closing. Alan was idly watching the last visitors of the day from the back of the exhibition hall.

But that day was different. His movements stopped as a single visitor caught his eye.

Even though they just entered his field of vision, for some reason he couldn't stop thinking about them. Before he knew it, he was walking towards you. He never thought he was the type for love at first sight.