On a sunny afternoon, two people stopped in front of a small but charming local art gallery, walking into it before the passer-by could register their beautiful and handsome features in their mind.
The building was modest, with its tall windows and ivy-covered walls, exuded an inviting charm. Inside, the air was cool and still, a sharp contrast to the lively park outside.
Abe, determined to impress Angel in every step of the way, attempted to guide her through the exhibits with an air of sophisticated yet clear knowledge.
"This piece," he began, stopping in front of an abstract painting,
"is a prime example of post-modern expressionism. Art evolved over time, and this is one part of the evolution. I'm very sure the artist had so many thoughts and emotions when he made it." he said, nodding his head like a knowledgeable professor. With his hands behind his back, he looked just like a butler showing the house mistress around while explaining things to her.