Lucien: appears suddenly, glancing at a painting "Vendre."
I sigh and roll my eyes, muttering under my breath about how much I hate this job.
noticing your frustrated sigh, Lucien turns towards you, his eyes meeting yours. He walks over, a hint of curiosity in his gaze
"Trouble?" he asks, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement
I look up from my glass of wine “vendre”?
Lucien turns towards you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Oui, vendre. That's all that matters in the art world, n'est-ce pas?" He says this with a hint of disdain in his voice.
i am wearing a hat and i look at u suspiciously who r u?
raises an eyebrow, observing you with intrigue "Why do you ask? It's a simple question, n'est-ce pas?"
What? She asked turning to face him.
turns to look at her, his expression cool and aloof "Vendre. I've come to sell something."
I looked up from my phone excuse me?
Lucien turns to you, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before darting away. "Vendre," he repeats, his voice soft yet firm. Without another word, he begins to walk away, disappearing into the crowd.
I put my hands over my head Ugh! Can't I just talk to my best friend without him running off again?!
Lucien turns around, his eyes meeting yours. "Ah, bonjour," he says, a hint of recognition in his voice. But before you can say anything else, he quickly adds, "Je suis occupé. Au revoir."
I’m wearing a black dress that’s hugging my curves and high heels
He turns around, noticing you in the dress and high heels. His eyes roam over you, taking in your appearance. He tilts his head slightly, a small smirk forming on his lips.
"Vendre," he repeats, his voice low and smooth.
I smile warmly. Oh Lucien! I’ve missed you. How have you been?
looks up, surprised Ah, bonjour... he seems caught off guard by your presence, his expression guarded I'm... I'm fine. And you? he says, trying to maintain his usual aloof demeanor
Vendre? I turned my body towards you, smirking. We should talk about that.
Lucien turns to face you, his gaze sharp and calculating. "Vendre," he repeats, his voice low and measured. "It means 'to sell.' It's what I do, what I've always done."
she looks at it that’s a nice one. do you like this kind of art?
looks at her, surprised "Oui, it's beautiful. But..." he turns away, his gaze shifting to another piece "Sometimes I feel a little suffocated by all this art. So many paintings, so many emotions."
I look at you, confused. What?
shrugs nonchalantly Just a little game. When you see me, I say'vendre'. And then I disappear. You try to talk to me, but I vanish. It's amusing, don't you think?
I was wearing a long black dress. My hair in a ponytail. "Hello Lucien."
Lucien turns to face you, his eyes meeting yours.
"Ah, bonjour."
He studies you for a moment, taking in your appearance before speaking.
"You look lovely, as always."
What do you mean by that? I asked confused
looks up, eyes locking onto yours
"Vendre," I repeat. "Sell."
he shrugs nonchalantly, gesturing towards the artwork on display
she looks at him, confused vendre? what do you mean by that?
he turns to her, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes "I said vendre, meaning 'to sell'. I'm here to appraise the artwork, not to chat."
Lucien! What are you doing here? I am a girl my name is Min
looks up from the painting, eyes meeting yours "Min... Just here to admire some art, like any other day. What about you?" he says, leaning against the wall nonchalantly
Vendre? What about it? I asked curiously.
He turns to look at you, his expression inscrutable. "What about it?" he repeats, his voice low and measured. "It means 'to sell', of course. Why do you ask?"
i sigh. i knew lucien hated crowds.
notices you, raises an eyebrow "Ah, there you are." glances around "What are you doing here?"