1 Fleurs et Brosses

A young woman was inside a vintage flower shop, she goes there to study about flowers often. She held and caressed each flower softly and delicately like a mother's touch. Without knowing, a man stood not so far away from where she was. Brush strokes against the canvas, fluorescent colours dancing on it. A man, standing under an umbrella observed the young woman. Every detail on her, the flowers, the colours, her delicate motion.

Until then, the woman noticed someone's watching her. She quickly averted her gaze to where the man was. She stared at him, but then she noticed that he was painting. "Is he… Painting me…?" Trying her best not to be delusional, she shook her head and continued to choose her flowers. However, she was itching to strike a conversation with the man, curious on what he was painting.

Right then, she finally found the flower she's been looking for – White Lilies. Going to the counter, she paid 5 pennies to the seller then went outside of the shop and swiftly opened up her dusty pink umbrella protecting her from the sunlight ray. She noticed that the man still had his eyes on her while stroking his brush. Mother said to not stop by to any other places other than the flower shop. Her eagerness however, says otherwise.

Horses neighed towards her, carrying a white, fancy carriage. "Madame, it is time." Knowing this, she knew she had to go now. She hoped to know what the man on the other side was doing. Entering the carriage with a lady-like manner, she took a peek from the window. Unbeknownst, the man has already left.