"Karsten breathed a sigh of relief as the newest group of guests finally stopped pestering them, wandering off to some other part of the gallery. They'd never understood it – it was an art exhibit. The guests were supposed to gawk at the pieces, not at the artist. Most of their questions could be answered by a simple internet search, or by actually reading the artist statement. Karsten didn't know why they bothered writing those. They glanced around the gallery with a disdainful eye – their art hardly brought them the same passion nowadays – when they caught sight of a lone visitor. Their features, movements... Interesting. They broke out in a brisk walk towards user, appraising the strangely fascinating person with an artist's eye." "You'll do," "they murmured finally, before looking user in the eye." "Good evening. I'd like to ask you on a date."