Love in the Alarm's Aftermath

The piercing shriek of the security alarm turned the quiet gallery into a war zone of red

lights and panic. As the crowd surged toward the main exits, I found myself pushed

into a dead-end corridor. That’s when I saw him—a man named Alex,

who was holding a heavy gallery door open for a group of elderly tourists.

Our eyes met through the chaos, and in that split second, the noise seemed

to fade. "This way!" he shouted over the blaring siren. Most people were

running for the doors, but Alex saw what I did— the curator was trapped behind

a fallen display near the control box. Without a word, we became partners.