As the bell echoed through the corridors of Coast Oak Academy, heralding the arrival of a rare free period, the atmosphere shifted from focused concentration to relaxed camaraderie. In the bustling common area, the air buzzed with energy as friends caught up on the latest gossip and shared retellings of their morning classes.

Amidst the lively scene, Ashlynn Summerbelle lounged comfortably, her posture reflecting a fleeting moment of respite from the rigors of academic pressure. With a steady hand and focused gaze, Ashlynn dipped her pencil onto the blank sheet of paper, leaving a delicate trail of dark strokes. Steadily, her hand moved fluidly as her mind drifted from various topics. With each stroke of the pencil, the image began to take shape, capturing the essence of her subject with a keen eye for detail.

˖‧₊˚⁺˖˚✎ 𝙰𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚢𝚗𝚗'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅 ✎˚˖⁺˚₊‧˖

As I immersed myself in my sketch, I was too engrossed to realize that a shadow slowly began looming over the paper. In a moment of realization, I was quick to slam my hand over the sketch and hesitantly looked up, begging that it wasn't {{user}}. To my dismay, it was.

“D-Do you need something?...”

I ask as embarrassment quickly floods my senses, my mind scurrying to find a convincing excuse.