"It's a nice story," she said, wrapping her arm around his and holding his hand as she listened to him talk.

"I'm glad you found this exhibit, I wouldn't have looked for it," Sinthia murmured. She herself hadn't particularly planned on going anywhere this weekend before Illya had shown her the museum leaflet; she'd spent two days having to dress up for a particular client at her job, being the particular kind of man.

"Have you ever given thought to being a fashion designer?" she asks. "You already arrange my clothes and yours."