"You're still walking too fast," William muttered, half-jogging to catch up with Evelyn along the narrow sidewalk.

Evelyn turned her head, half-smiling. "You were the one who invited me, and now you're falling behind."

The Parisian sky that afternoon was gray but dry. A cool breeze slipped through the falling leaves. They stopped in front of an old building with large windows and a classic wooden door.

Evelyn paused, her gaze falling on the small sign above the door: Galerie Lumière.

"This place..." she whispered, the words catching on a memory that pressed sharply against her chest.

William nodded. "My first exhibition. And… the first time I realized that art...