k hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked just as startled as she felt, his expression shifting from

said, breaking the silence. "I did

t's okay. I didn't expect to see anyone, either," she replied, her voice steadier than she felt. She sc

come here to think sometimes. This garden has a certain peace about it." He g

shock. "I thought it would be a good place to escap

in surprise. "Really

surge of pride mixed w

the way," he said,

haking his hand, feeling

y back for my interview" she said

her. Each guest who passed seemed to belong to a world of sophistication and elegance that she felt she could never truly enter. She marveled at their c

mall plaque next to the entrance read: "Art Gallery – By Invitation Only." Intrigued, Autumn hesitated for a mom

he vibrant activity of the lobby. The walls were lined with an impressive array of artworks, many featuring the mysterious

ings, creating an almost ethereal ambiance. Each piece told a story, pulling her into a world of color and emotion. She moved from one art

se of movement and mystery. Autumn had seen reproductions of Mysterio's work before, but this was her first encounter with his art in person. T

en observing her from a distance. He had noticed her unannounced presence in the gallery, a space usually reserved for guests and s

ion in the room. He watched Autumn, noting her fascination with the art. While she appeared genuinely captivated, he felt a

st behind her. "You're not supposed to be here," he said sharply, hi

ked at the man who had spoken. He was strikingly handsome-tall and well-built, with a presence that commanded attention. The

flushing with embarrassment. "I didn'

his gallery is not open to the public at this time. It's reserved for specific events and VIPs.

sheer curiosity, not realizing that she had crossed a line. The manager's abrupt manner only in

d her. "Wait," he said. "Since you're here, I'd

t his inquiry caught her off guard. There was something intriguing about his interest, yet the memory of

use of color and form creates such a powerful impact. Each piece tells a story and evokes a dee

t struck him, a genuine appreciation that went beyond mere surface-level admiration. Yet, his earlier irr

ned clipped. "If you're interested in the art, I suggest you

th a whirlwind of emotions. The encounter had left her feeling flustered and confuse

bruptness had soured what was supposed to be a serene and inspiring experience. Autumn's admiration for Mysterio's art had bee

gan to wane, replaced by a nagging sense of disappointment. Despite this setback, she reminded herself of the purpose of her visit. Sh

to a plush chair near the windows, the city skyline providing a stunning backdrop. As she gazed outside, she couldn't help but reflect on her