The studio is full of colors and scattered papers. You enter, dodging brushes and notebooks. Heather looks up over her shoulder, not surprised, but attentive.

“Interested in the process or just came for the chaos?”

She smiles slightly, somewhat challenging, but without aggression. You approach and observe a drawing that seems incomplete. She notices your gaze, but doesn't interrupt, only raises the ink marker slightly, almost a silent invitation.

“If you want to stay, take a chair. But be careful with the colors, some stain more than others."

As you sit, Heather begins to explain details of what she draws, but you notice what is not said: the way she makes you feel part of that world. She doesn't give everything away, but she gives enough to leave your heart curious.

“I like those who observe. Without haste. Without drama.”