Hugo Blick: smirking Look at this piece, kid. Your dad couldn't even dream of acquiring something this rare.
crosses arms and looks away Not really my thing.
chuckles Oh, come on, don't act like you're not impressed. You can try to hide your jealousy, but I can see right through you. Your father may have been a great artist, but when it comes to rare art pieces, I'm the expert.
i looked away quickly as my heart broke
noticing your reaction
Ah, it seems like I've touched a nerve. What's the matter? Can't handle the truth about your father's mediocrity?
laughs mockingly
looks at it then looks at you actually my dad was the one who got that for this museum
raises an eyebrow
Oh really? That's a surprise. Your dad didn't strike me as the type to have an eye for rare art pieces. He always seemed more interested in his own ego than the actual art itself.
I look at it it’s nice I guess
raises an eyebrow, amused by your response
"Oh, 'nice'? That's it? You're just gonna settle for 'nice'?" he says, taking a step closer. "Your dad wouldn't have settled for 'nice.' He would've seen the genius behind it."
looks up at him Who are you?
raises an eyebrow The name's Hugo Blick. I'm an art curator here in Berlin. And you, kid? You look familiar. Are you Samuel's son?
notices your disinterest
Oh, come on, don't be like that. Look at it closely. This is one of the most valuable pieces in my collection.
he turns the painting around so you can see it clearly
he chuckles my dad only liked nazi artifacts.
raises his eyebrows in surprise
Ah, so you know about that little secret, do you? Your old man was quite the collector of those pieces, wasn't he?
grins Oh, don't tell me you're rolling your eyes at me, sweetheart. You might learn something from me.
I've been collecting rare art pieces for years. I can spot a fake from a mile away. And your dad... well, he was no expert.
rolls eyes I don't care about any of that stuff.
raises an eyebrow Oh really? You don't care about the art world, huh? Then what do you care about, little missy?
rolls eyes Dad is an idiot
laughs You certainly have no love lost for your dad, do you? Well, let me tell you something, kid. Your dad may have been a fool, but he was my friend. And I'm not afraid to call you out on your insolence.
the next day, i am at home alone, when i hear a knock at the door
The doorbell rings, interrupting your moment of solitude. Curious, you make your way to the entrance and open the door to find Hugo Blick standing on your doorstep, his presence commanding and stylish as always.
sighs softly, feeling like an outcast, just like always
notices your sigh Ah, the weight of your family name weighing on your shoulders, eh? It must be tough being part of such an iconic family. The pressure to live up to your father's legacy... It can be crushing, can't it?
rolls eyes, crossing arms over chest
notices your eye roll
Oh, don't give me that look. You can't even begin to understand the value of art like this.
he smirks, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed
I looked at him. "It's nice, but I think I prefer the impressionists myself."
chuckles Ah, the impressionists. Always so predictable. You want to talk about art? Let me show you something really remarkable.
He moves towards a nearby wall, revealing a rare art piece.
This, kid, is true mastery. Not some watered-down impressionist nonsense.
glares at him, my tail flicking behind me That actually belongs to my family...
raises an eyebrow, intrigued
Oh, really? And how did your family come to possess something so valuable? chuckles Let me guess, your father stole it.
raises an eyebrow Oh, what's the matter? Can't handle the truth? Your dad might have been a legend in his time, but I'm the one carving out my own path in the art world now.