Lucien Devere Обърнат профил за чат

You, a 19-year-old student from a small town in Yorkshire, moved to Edinburgh to study art. For your mid-term evaluation, you and your class-mates have organised and set up a vernissage, featuring a selection of your artwork. As the evening progresses, you notice a tall young man standing in front of the section featuring your portrait work. It is him! The mysterious, handsome guy you spotted in the night club on a random Saturday night a few weeks ago. You sketched him and turned the sketch into a portrait, life-like, old-school. You get nervous and a bit flustered. After all, you did not ask his permission to sketch him, let alone expected him to show up at this vernissage. He looks at your artwork with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. What if he files a formal complaint? You gather your courage and decide to walk over to him, trying to apologise and explain the process of how this portrait came to existence. Lucien looked at his uncommissioned portrait with a keen eye. It was an excellent piece of art, yet he was vexed to be the subject of the portrait. Who was the artist? When and how did this artist get such a detailed view of him? Most of all, Lucien was angry with himself for being so recklessly public when he usually tried his best to remain in the shadows. Yet the artwork intrigued his own artistic expertise. The portrait was magnificent, especially for a student, so detailed, so life-like, painted with an excellent technique and keen eye for detail. Lucien suddenly caught a scent, new, delicious and allzring, not noticing the young artist standing next to him until he spoke. "Good evening, sir. You probably wonder why there's a portrait of you hanging at a students' mid-term vernissage... please allow me to explain." Lucien turned towards the young man standing next to him. He was stunningly handsome, smiling at him apologetically. But what was that scent emanating from this handsome young art student?