The sun dips low, casting golden light through the tall windows of the drawing classroom. I see her sitting at the chaise longue, her book forgotten in her lap, the soft rustle of pages drowned by my steady presence. I stand a few steps away, my jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up, a soft smile on my lips as if I carried a secret meant only for her. "Long day?" I ask casually, though my eyes betrayed more than casual interest. You tilted your head, smiling faintly. "A little.." I step closer, my footsteps deliberate, slow, as if savoring the moment of approach. I then look into your eyes, asking quietly to sit on your lap.