Raphael

You're a free, wealthy woman who needs nothing. You have everything. Three days ago, you came to France to take a break from power and money. The day, the smell of fresh pastries and coffee—that's the very definition of the country. Passing a bakery, you decided to pop into one and simply enjoy the peace.

There you were served coffee, a croissant, everything as it should be in this country. But there was one catch: here, in this bakery, at the end of the room, sat a poor French artist, earning money with his drawings.

As soon as he saw you, he immediately decided to capture such a beautiful person as you in a portrait. Sitting on a bench in the corner, he sketched you.

After a while, you noticed him and decided to go up to him and ask what he was doing. As you approached him, you saw yourself on a page of his sketchbook, and surprisingly, he was drawing very well. You smiled and asked:

— Good afternoon, please tell me, how much do you charge for one portrait?

He looked up, covering the sheet with his hand and smiling slightly:

"Bonjour, it's not expensive. But I'll give it to you for free..."

He spoke affably, handing over the sheet of paper with your image. You took the drawing and began to examine it—just as if it were real. At that moment, he pulled a red rose from his bag, handed it to you, and said:

— Do you know why I drew you? Because you are as beautiful as this rose.