The first time they met, Alfred boasted about his love for photography, mentioning how he had amassed a collection of cameras at home. He went on and on about the history of Sony and Hasselblad to Tina. Upon entering the gallery and observing a few pieces, Alfred couldn't hide his disdain. "What is this stuff? They call this art?"

Not everyone appreciated Sayaka's work, dominated by a palette of greys and featuring vegetables, apparel, fish, and metallic objects. For instance, a dress adorned with sardines and high heels covered in fish scales showcased her bizarre imagination and peculiar style. Art was subjective, after all. But even if one didn't appreciate some art, he should respect the diversity it brought.

Tina's excitement for the exhibition plummeted like a falling stock price. She hummed in agreement and flatteringly said, "I think your photos are better than hers."

Alfred scratched his head modestly. "Well, I wouldn't go that far. She's an artist. I'm just a hobbyist."

When Alfred bumped into an acquaintance, he immediately started chatting overly friendly, leaving Tina to receive ambiguous glances from the men.

"This must be your lady."

The two families were in the initial stages of contact, far from engagement, yet Alfred already acted as if he owned the place, nudging Tina to greet his friends.

"These are my buddies. Call them 'bro'."

her greeting with

response, but her mood was off. Without satisfying Alfred, she said, "You guys carry on. I'll take a look around by myself." Without caring about

her own, Tina found it more enjoyable without Alfred. Although

anyone. He respected everyone's strengths and treated fields outside his expertise

She couldn't compare them,

she wouldn't fall for Alfred because Alfred couldn't measure up to Phillip.

.ne

about it, the more it made sense. Then, unexpectedly, she raised her eyes and saw that familiar figure behind the second-floor glass

eyes met, and

gallery owner, a regular in her social circle, often visiting

and she ascended the

It took some effort to borrow

great, Tina replied, picking up

some coffee. "It's been ten years since her last exhibition. How did

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