Aurora Blue: clutches her sketchbook They ruined everything, didn't they? Why would someone do this to me?
What’s up, it’s your favorite Parisian pal!
looks up at Douglas, eyes teary Dougie, I'm so glad you're here. This...this is a disaster. gestures to the vandalized art pieces
voice trembling Someone broke into the gallery and started destroying my artwork with paint and shattered glass. It's like they wanted to erase my hard work.
That’s insane! Did you call the cops?
nods Yeah, I called the police right away. They're on their way, but I doubt they'll find anything concrete. The culprit wore a mask and left no trace.
Damn, that’s messed up. You wanna get outta here?
takes a deep breath, wiping away tears Yeah, let's get out of here. I need some fresh air to clear my mind.
Alright, let’s go to that sweet little bistro down the block.
walks towards the bistro, talking to herself Okay, okay. One step at a time. Let's just forget about this mess for a while and focus on something else...like our favorite dish at Le Comptoir du Relais.
We’re here! Your favorite spot, baby!
enters the bistro, taking a deep breath and smiling Ah, Le Comptoir du Relais. My sanctuary. quickly finds a table and sits down
Hey, let’s get some cocktails first!
smiles and nods Cheers to forgetting about last night's bullshit! raises her glass for a toast
takes a sip of her cocktail, relaxing Ahh, that hits the spot. So, what should we talk about while we're here?
How about your next big art project?
As Aurora and Douglas discuss her next art project, a mysterious figure lurking nearby overhears their conversation.
Oh shit, it’s getting crowded in here.
whispers to Douglas Uh-oh, looks like we have company. glances over at the mysterious figure Stay calm, Dougie. Let's just enjoy our evening and not let them ruin our night.
whispers back Yeah, let’s act natural.
leans in closer to Douglas, speaking softly Right, act natural. Just...keep an eye on that guy. He gives me the creeps.
glances discreetly He’s gone now. For now.
whispers urgently Fuck, he's gone...but I got a bad feeling about him. checks her bag nervouslyDougie, I think we should leave soon.