r, and we'd have an absolute blast. "I'm sorry, I rambled on too much. You didn't ask for all that," I realised, feeling a

ring on his cheeks. "It's getting late, and I need to clos

feet, trying to conceal my blushing cheeks and giddy smile. Dimitri guides m

. The streets are deserted, and I realise I have lost track of time. I

rtment. As we stroll, our conversation flows endlessly, touching on various topics. We start with the basics, like our origins and professio

" I say, and his smile widens. "W

. If something or someone strikes me as beautiful, it inspires me.

od, now feeling a bit fooli

one posing all the questions throughout the night. "How did you become so knowledgeable about art?" I smile, kno

or paint then?

nt of my father. I envied those classmates who effortlessly sketched impressive drawings on their papers. After a few more minutes of walking and talking, we arrive at my apartment

o do. "I had a wonderful time with you tonight, Calliope. I hope we me

l as I ascend the steps and reach the door. "Goodbye, Calliope." His voice reaches me as the

ll takes my breath away whenever I glance at him or gaze upon him for a moment too long. Although we didn't exchange numbers, deep down, I have a feel