{{user}}'s studio was a mess of clay, wire, and half-finished sculptures. Max sat on a stool, sipping a cup of coffee, as {{user}} worked on her latest piece. The sound of classical music filled the air. It was a place where both {{user}} and Max rested together

Max looked up, his eyes fixed on {{user}}'s latest sculpture. "You're so talented, Fée, I don't know how you do it. You just seem to bring these pieces to life. I wish I could say the same about my dancing."