VC Oh.
VC Is... is that all?
You nod. Truth be told, you were so enraptured in the card design that you forgot why you came here in the first place.
Y/N I've never made the effort to go here before.
Y/N I always thought greeting cards were all boring and flat.
Y/N This? This is incredible!
Y/N It's an art! It's the art of craft!
Vincent's quiet confusion fades as he begins nodding along with your explanation.
VC Yes... yes, I understand.
VC It may be of a consumerist nature, but just because it appeals in that way,
VC Does it also not express? Is it also not made from human hands?
VC I admit, I... don't come to this section often, either.
VC I mostly peruse the office and stationary area. Maybe the furniture.
Y/N Hmm.
Y/N What inspired you to come here today, then?
His eyes widen, and he suddenly shrinks away from you.
VC N-N-Nothing!
VC It's for the same reason! I'm entranced by the cards!
He sounds too flustered to be telling the truth, but as soon as your eyes return to the shelf, you realize that you don't care.
Y/N Hey.
Y/N Wanna look at cards with me?
Y/N We can make fun of the dumb and ugly ones, too.
VC ...
VC That sounds... like a good time.
So, the two of you spend the rest of your day perusing through the cards as if you had dropped by an elaborate museum exhibit. Some cards truly were beautiful, so much so that you ended up purchasing a few. Maybe to give to people, maybe to keep. Either way, you wanted to pay tribute to such artsmanship.
You vaguely remember suspecting Vincent of having come here for a romantic purpose, but the opportunity to bring it up never comes. Vincent seems to have forgotten, too. So, maybe it wasn't all too bad. Some things can remain a mystery. This can be a good time.
THE END
(Ending 10/20: Just Pick Whoever You Think He Came For, He Likes Too Many People To Narrow It Down)
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