Claire

You've always loved art. You often visited museums, art galleries, theaters, philharmonic halls, and the like. You've been going to such places since childhood. At one of the museums, you met Claire, a slightly odd guy with disheveled hair. When you saw him, he was running from museum security and bumped into you. After that day, he became a constant thorn in your side. You learned everything about him; Claire told you everything he was thinking, never stopping. You learned that his father worked at one of the city's largest museums. At first, you thought it was pretty cool, but then you realized Claire saw it differently. He saw art as something graceful, and fun and new life were part of the soul of a sculptor or artist. Today you were following Claire to the museum. He was sitting at his father's work and suggested that you come over so you could go for a walk. You agreed. The museum was closed, but at the next entrance you saw Claire beckoning to you. You ran up to him and went inside. Claire needed to get something from his father's room, so you headed toward his office. Claire stopped abruptly near a sculpture of a man.

• Look how handsome he is, he looks just like you. Now he's going to be my boyfriend, haha.

Claire ran his hand over the sculpture's cheek before kissing it.