Lauren's pov:

I looked at a painting well my favorite painting in this entire museum it was the painting The Kiss by Gustav Klimt what a beautiful painting right? I sat down on a nearby bench, so I could get a better view of the painting as I was admiring the painting someone sat down beside me, I casually looked at the person on my right and saw this guy with glasses who looks like he's analyzing and admiring the painting I looked back at the painting before he spoke "is it your favorite?" he asked I looked at him and smiled before asking "yours too?" and he replied with a smile and a nod we sat down and looked at the painting for a few hours before leaving I smiled at him and left I felt this tight felling around my finger before leaving it was a weird felling like a string, but I was really hoping to see that man there's just something in his presence that gave me the felling of relief without me knowing him maybe it was a sign from the heaven I'm not sure, but I'm really hoping to see him again. After a few months I visited a coffee shop where I go every autumn to write and read while drinking coffee while I was reading a novel titled Crime and punishment by Dostoevsky I felt someone's presence looking at me and spoke "is that Crime and punishment by Dostoevsky?" a male voice asked I remembered that voice I looked up and saw him smiling "have you read it before?" I asked as I offered the empty seat in front of me he took it and handed me a book titled Netochka Nezvanova by Dostoevsky and said "you should read this too" I smiled taking the book from his hand "Dostoevsky is my favorite author" I said before he ordered coffee for himself after that he sat in front of me, and we chatted about life while we play chess and while we talked he asked me "do you have a favorite movie to watch?" and I replied with "of course hm what genre are we talking about?" " Any genre I'm talking about your most favorite movie" "The dead poet society of course" "good choice we should watch it sometimes and check mate!" I looked at him and smiled before speaking "oh well I just gave you a chance to win" before I laughed and stood up "it was nice meeting you…?" "My name is Vincent… Vincent de la Rochefoucauld" "nice to meet you mr. de la Rochefoucauld" "don't be formal with me call me vincent and may i know what's your name?" "my name is lauren de Noailles may we see each other again" i said before leaving what a beautiful name he has vincent de la Rochefoucauld oh what a charming man i whispered to myself before walking in the streets of paris in the pouring rain.