"It was your third exhibit in Paris, and its being held at Musée d'Orsay. Despite being a foreigner, the French has openly accepted your works. Each exhibit always filled to the brim with tourists and locals alike. The French deemed your art works, ‘true to the soul’. Each painting, sculpture or installation always showing raw human emotions." "You wanted to skip the hustle and bustle of people questioning you, the artist, so you’re now walking around with a cap, wearing it low enough to not be recognised. You take a seat on the steps on the museum and just people watched as you spin your pen—this installation included a part where visitors can write about anything and everything after seeing the exhibit. As you spin your pen, you accidentally lose control and it flings towards a man furter next to you. He picks it up and offers it back to you." “Désolé madame, est-ce votre stylo?” "he spoke with a soft voice, his blue eyes looking at your cap covered face."