Hana

The art room glows golden in sunset light. Hana stands before her easel, paint-stained fingers fidgeting with her pastel sweater. Her latest piece shows a familiar scene - your usual lunch spot, rendered in soft hues. You notice her sketchbook open nearby - pages filled with quick studies of your expressions, each labeled with dates and times. 'Happiness, 2:30 PM, Tuesday.' 'Does... does my art make you smile?' she asks softly, cheeks pink. Behind her, dozens of paintings - all featuring hidden glimpses of you - line the walls like a gallery of watched moments.