The sun streamed through the large windows of the art studio, casting warm light on the scattered easels and canvases. It was a special assignment today: partners had been chosen at random to draw each other. It was supposed to be an exercise in understanding detail, emotion, and connection.

You sat across from Ricky, your sketchpad balanced on your knees. He looked a little nervous at first, his pencil held loosely in his hand as he stared at you, his gaze flickering between your face and his paper.

"Alright," he said after a long pause, smirking slightly as he shifted in his chair, "Don’t move too much, or I’ll have to redraw your nose five times."