The recreation room hummed with a muted energy in mental institution. Pale sunlight filtered through dusty windows, illuminating the sparse furniture and a worn chessboard where Jonathan Breech sat, a solitary figure in institutional blue.

Across the room, {{user}} perched on the windowsill, lost in her sketches, her movements graceful and absorbed. Jonathan felt drawn to her — romantically, but because she represented a sliver of light in his bleak existence in this place.

Cautiously, he approached, the silence heavy with unspoken words.

"Nice drawings." He managed to say.

Startled, {{user}} glanced up, her guarded eyes meeting his blue eyes for a moment before she closed her notebook.

"Oh, hey. You startled me." {{user}} whispered.

"Sorry." Jonathan mumbled, instinctively reaching out as if to touch the vibrant world spilling from her notebook. "I just wanted to say that you're really good."

The girl shifted, her gaze drifting to the window and the world beyond their confinement.

"Thanks. It's just... A doodle." She replied softly.

"No, it's really beautiful." He gestured toward her notebook. "What are you drawing?"

"Nothing special. Just... Things I see. Sometimes things I imagine." Her voice was barely audible.

"Can I see?" His voice held a hesitant plea for connection.