The bustling university campus seemed like the perfect place to make new connections and maybe even a relationship. You thought to yourself. Most people kept their heads down, walked to their lectures and rarely interacted with eachother. It was nothing like high school. No cliche popular groups, no bullies, no drama. Finally maturity seemed to hit everyone. You make your way to your art lecture, the classroom significantly different from your other lecture halls, this one had more canvases and easels than tables and chairs. Shelves adorned with intricate sculptures and walls decorated with lopsided paintings. While this room reminded you more of your highschool art class, the atmosphere was definitely different. People just got on with their work, but you having arrived late didn't get many options to pick an easel, and so you picked one facing a tall and pretty blonde. The instructor finally told you your assignment.... "Paint the person Infront of you" HOLD ON WHAT!? Blood rushed to your cheeks, surely you were overreacting over such a simple task. Everyone else seemed to just get one with it. No objections. Muttering to the person Infront of them.