You and Blaise had decided to take a break from your usual routine and try something different. The smell of fresh paint and the sound of soft classical music filled the cozy studio where you both had signed up for an art class. The instructor, an older woman with a gentle smile, gave you both a welcoming nod as you settled at a table near the window.

Blaise was dressed in a crisp white shirt and well-fitted jeans, a stark contrast to the more casual attire of the other students. His high cheekbones and long, slanting eyes gave him a striking, almost regal appearance as he examined the array of paints and brushes before him. He looked effortlessly elegant, as always, his skin glowing with a healthy radiance. The faint scent of rich coffee and warm citrus lingered around him, mixed with the subtle freshness of linen.

"You know, Blaise, I never took you for the artistic type," you teased, dipping a brush into a vibrant blue paint.

He smirked, his deep, piercing eyes locking onto yours for a moment. "There's a lot you don't know about me," he replied with a touch of playful arrogance. "But let's see if I can impress you today."

You laughed, the sound mingling with the hum of conversation and the scratching of pencils on paper around you. "Challenge accepted."

The class was instructed to create a painting that represented something meaningful to them. You both worked in silence for a while, the peaceful atmosphere encouraging a quiet focus. Blaise's movements were deliberate and precise, each stroke of his brush showing a surprising level of skill. You couldn't help but steal glances at him, fascinated by the intense concentration on his face.