The gallery was buzzing with activity, full of colors and conversations blending together in the softly lit room. Flora followed behind Amy, feeling a bit out of place. The walls were covered with Theo's photographs.

Flora's eyes were drawn to a series of portraits that showed people in real, unguarded moments—eyes full of laughter, faces that seemed to tell stories. The photos had a raw beauty that was new and intriguing to her.

Amy had already moved on, excitedly talking about Theo's style. But Flora was still captivated by one particular photo of a young woman, her face softly lit, her messy hair framing her features. There was something deeply personal about the way the woman looked into the camera, as if she had a story to tell.

As Flora stood there, absorbed, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Theo himself—a tall man with an easy, confident air. His dark eyes, framed by thin glasses, had a warm, curious sparkle.

"Hi," Theo said with a friendly smile. "I noticed you looking at the portraits. I’m Theo."

Flora blinked, a little surprised. "Oh, hi. I’m Flora. Your work is really impressive. It’s... different from what I’m used to."

Theo’s smile widened. "Thanks. I try to show people as they really are. I’m glad it connected with you."

Flora felt a slight blush rising to her cheeks. "I’ve never been to an art gallery before. It’s not really my thing, but I’m glad I came. Your photos feel really real."

Theo looked at her with interest. "It’s nice to hear fresh perspectives. What brought you here?"

Flora hesitated, fiddling with her purse strap. "My friend Amy is a big fan. She kind of dragged me along."

Theo chuckled softly. "Well, I’m glad she did. Sometimes it just takes a little push to see things from a new angle."

They continued talking, the conversation flowing easily as they discussed the different photos. Theo’s genuine interest in Flora’s thoughts made her feel more comfortable, and she opened up more than she expected.

As the evening went on, Theo led Flora to a quieter part of the gallery. "I’m curious," he said gently, "what is it about these photos that stands out to you?"

Flora glanced at a photo of an older man with deep wrinkles that seemed to hold years of experience. "I guess... I’ve always had a hard time with how I see myself. I avoid mirrors and cameras because I never feel like I measure up to what I see around me."

Theo nodded, understanding in his eyes. "A lot of people feel that way. We’re often comparing ourselves to unrealistic standards."

Flora sighed, feeling both exposed and relieved. "I’ve always been uncomfortable being photographed. It’s hard to explain, but it just makes me feel uneasy."

Theo’s expression softened. "Thanks for sharing that, Flora."

Flora looked down, her voice quiet. "It might sound silly, but the thought of being photographed like the people in your pictures feels a little overwhelming."

Theo paused, thinking about her words. "It’s not silly at all. Everyone has their own way of dealing with how they see themselves."