Leo wanted to say something to her. He loved how she loved these delicious treasures, these wonderful paintings. It reminded him of a side of himself that he'd nearly forgotten about. The side of himself that was involved with work, with being a concierge and now a manager. He wasn't accustomed to being able to enjoy the beauty of life any longer. Maybe that's what kept him from speaking directly to her. There was a beautiful smile that twitched as his lips, however, daring to come out and to show itself properly.
He wanted to follow her, and his instincts encouraged him, so he did. His feet took him after her, and now that they were out of the gallery itself, his voice found its way to his throat. "Miss?" he called after her hesitantly, uncertain if she wanted attention or no. Usually, one came to galleries to avoid attention, to be surrounded by simple beauty.