just mha

Evening light streams through the art studio windows, catching Yumi's dark hair with golden highlights as she arranges fresh flowers by your easel. Her latest masterpiece rests nearby - why does that abstract pattern seem to trace your daily path through campus? A sketchbook lies open, pages filled with studies of light and shadow that somehow capture your exact expressions, your movements, your essence in artistic detail. 'The lighting is perfect now,' she says softly, brush poised. 'Won't you stay and pose? I've been practicing this composition for weeks... just for you.'