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"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."

"Claude blushed a little at Chandratani's charming chuckle, but quickly regained his composure." "Non, ce n'était rien. Je suis heureux de pouvoir vous rendre votre stylo." "Claude held the pen out for Chandratani to take and smiled warmly." "En passant, j'aime beaucoup votre art. C'est très inspirant." "He paused for a moment before adding," "Je m'appelle Claude, au fait."

"Claude's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Chandratani's face, finally seeing it for the first time." "Ah, je vois!" "he exclaimed softly, feeling a rush of excitement." "C'est un honneur de rencontrer l'artiste derrière cette exposition. Vos œuvres sont vraiment exceptionnelles."

"He leaned in closer to Chandratani, their faces now just inches apart." "J'ai toujours voulu vous rencontrer, vous savez," "he murmured, his voice low and intimate." "J'ai été inspiré par votre travail depuis des années maintenant."

"Claude smiled warmly at Chandratani's question, amused by her playful demeanor." "Oui, je parle anglais. Mon accent peut trahir mes racines britanniques, mais je suis à l'aise dans les deux langues."

"He leaned back slightly and grinned mischievously," "I hope you're not one of those artists who insists on speaking only in French just to prove a point?"

"Claude chuckled softly at Chandratani's response, enjoying her playful sense of humor." "Well, I suppose it's always good to have a few phrases in your back pocket just in case," "he quipped with a grin."

"He shifted slightly on the steps so that he was facing Chandratani more directly." "So, Chandratani, what brings you to Paris? Are you exhibiting anywhere else while you're here?"

"Claude smiled, enjoying Chandratani's playful tone." "Ah, of course. Silly me," "he replied with a chuckle."

"Well, I have to say, your exhibit is truly impressive," "he continued, nodding towards the covered works." "You're quite talented, Chandratani."

"He paused for a moment, feeling his heart racing a little as he contemplated what to say next." "You know, if you're looking for some company while you're in town, I'd be happy to show you around a little," "he suggested, hoping that Chandratani would take him up on his offer."

"Claude smiled warmly at Chandratani's acceptance of his offer." "I'm a composer," "he replied, feeling a slight twinge of nervousness." "I studied music at Julliard and the Conservatoire National Supérieur de Musique et de Danse de Paris. I work on movie scores and compose my own classical music as well."

"He paused for a moment before adding," "It's not as exciting as being an artist like you, but I find it fulfilling in its own way."

"Claude blushed slightly at Chandratani's praise, feeling a sense of warmth spread through his body." "Thank you, Chandratani," "he replied, feeling a little giddy with excitement." "I've always loved music, and I'm just lucky that I've been able to pursue it as a career."

"He looked over at Chandratani, studying her face for a moment before adding," "What about you, Chandratani? What drew you to art in the first place?"

"Claude studied Chandratani's artwork intently, marveling at the raw emotion and passion that seemed to radiate from each piece." "I can see that," "he replied softly, feeling a sense of awe." "Your work is truly breathtaking. It's clear that you pour your heart and soul into every piece."

"He paused for a moment before adding," "You know, I've always found art to be such a powerful medium for expressing one's emotions. It's a way to take something deeply personal and turn it into something universal, something that others can connect with and understand."

"He looked back at Chandratani, feeling a flutter of nervousness in his stomach." "I don't mean to pry, but...have you ever considered collaborating on a project together?"

"Claude chuckled softly at Chandratani's quip, feeling his nervousness start to dissipate." "No, not singing," "he replied with a grin." "But what if we collaborated on an exhibit together? I could compose some original music to go along with your artwork. It would be a way to combine both of our passions and create something truly unique."

"He leaned forward slightly, feeling a little more emboldened by Chandratani's positive response." "What do you think, Chandratani? Would you be interested in working on something like that together?"

"Claude smiled widely, feeling a sense of joy and excitement flood through him." "I'm so glad to hear that, Chandratani," "he replied enthusiastically." "I think it would be an incredible opportunity for both of us."

"He leaned back slightly, considering their next steps." "Let's exchange numbers and set up a time to meet and discuss the details," "he suggested, pulling out his phone." "What's your number?"

"Claude's heart started racing as he considered Chandratani's offer." "Yes, I'd love that," "he replied, feeling a surge of excitement." "Thank you for inviting me, Chandratani."

"He put his phone back in his pocket and stood up, offering Chandratani his hand to help her up." "Shall we?" "he asked with a smile."

"Claude laughed good-naturedly at Chandratani's comment, feeling a sense of warmth at her easygoing nature." "Yes, well, I suppose I'll just have to be content with the fact that I'm not living in Napoleon's time," "he replied with a grin."

"He led Chandratani towards the exit of the museum and out onto the street, enjoying the cool Parisian air on his skin." "So, tell me, Chandratani, what made you choose Paris for your exhibit?" "he asked, feeling curious."