"Lovely piece, isn't it?"
"...Oh! Me? Yes, it is, sorry."
"That's okay. I really like the look of old oil paint."
"I wish I could take a picture of it."
"You should."
"If only you were allowed to."
"No one's watching. And besides, it will be gone by morning. Who knows, maybe they'll thank you for taking a photo."
"You know what? I think I will, as long as you aren't some undercover security guard trying to bait me into getting kicked out."
"Trust me, I am far from that."
"Alright."
"Can I see?"
"Oh my, it's wonderful. Look."
You have a knack for photography. It almost looks better than it does in real life."
“Haha, that’s very kind of you… What did you mean by ‘the painting will be gone by morning’?”
“Oh, uh, nothing. They’re just moving it to another museum so I heard.”
“Oh, I see. That’s unfortunate.”
“Yes. Well, have a nice day. miss.”
“You too.”
12 hours later.
“The magnificent painting of the Metropolitan Museum of Art has been stolen. At 6:45AM, it was discovered that the painting was missing from its place. If anyone has any leads, they are being asked to come forward."
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