Rosie, an introvert whose presence feels like serenity to Anthony.
Two people with completely different natures, from two different worlds find themselves consumed by one other. Rosie finally feels seen, Anthony finally realizes what magic feels like.
While they keep being pulled towards each other like magnets, they are kept apart by their own doubts and hesitations.

 The Complex Art of Rosie

"This is such a ridiculously terrible idea. He's not even going to show up." Rosie paced back and fourth in Aatalo's loft, shaking her head frantically.

Aatalo walked to stand in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders to stop her. "Rosie, my dear, look at me. Take a deep breath."

Rosie listened, staring at him intently as she inhaled deeply.

Aatalo nodded slowly. "You have to exhale too."

"Tonight is your first exhibition back home. You're going to win over the cities heart the same way you won over Paris."

Rosie wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. "I created a whole new set of paintings in a week. They're not even good."

Aatalo sighed, smiling faintly. "They are perfect."

Chapter 46