When the Painting Tells the Story
Really, Alain didn’t understand what his best friend’s question meant.
Realizing that the innocent man didn’t understand what she meant, Brielle turned her body to face Alain, then started to speak seriously, “That’s the classic way, Al. In line with: ‘You are similar to someone who always appears in my dreams,' or ‘Have we met before? Your face is familiar to me.’ I didn’t expect a famous painter like him to use that ancient method to flirt with you.”
Alain blinked slowly as he tried to comprehend the series of explanations from his best friend.
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