When I arrived back at my exhibition, the same staff from before was there as if she was waiting for me. Once she spotted me, she came up to me excitedly and I wondered what she wanted.

“You’re such a hot artist or maybe you’re such a hot girl,” she said teasingly.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Just now, another hot guy was here staring at that painting again. Maybe that painting attracts hot guys,” she said with a laugh.

“What did he look like? Was he tall with light blond hair and blue eyes?” I asked rapidly as I put my hand up above my head to indicate...