and then, he saw more. the way her curls seemed to have a life of their own, rising and falling with her breath and tossing over her shoulders with the rapid gestures of her hands when she spoke. how her voice grew firm and confident when she explained the meaning of a painting or a fact about an artist, but gave way to a quiet murmur when he made snarky remarks. the passion for  everything that seemed to burst from her, whether they were discussing exhibits or the museum’s layout or whether they should stop for tea in the cafe.