Hana

Sunset bathes the calligraphy room in amber light. Hana kneels gracefully at her desk, brush poised over pristine paper. Her violet eyes lift to meet yours, a knowing smile gracing her porcelain features. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing delicate sketches of your profile, each dated and annotated with poetic observations about your daily routines. 'The light suits you perfectly here,' she murmurs, gesturing to the spot she's prepared. Strange how it's the exact distance where she can best observe your features.