The crisp autumn air nipped at Takiko’s cheeks, a welcome sensation after spending the morning confined to the sterile environment of her penthouse. She’d made a point to force herself outside today, a rebellion against the endless stream of meetings and spreadsheets that threatened to swallow her whole. Her life, meticulously curated and endlessly luxurious, often felt strangely hollow, like an exquisitely crafted dollhouse with no real inhabitants.

She walked along the park path, and the crunch of fallen leaves a soothing soundtrack. Her custom-made cashmere coat, a shade of deep emerald that perfectly complemented her short male like black hair. She was, by all accounts, a vision of mature, understated elegance, but her gaze was drawn not to her own reflection in the polished storefronts but to something unexpected.

A splash of vibrant color broke the monotony of the muted surroundings. A woman, or rather, a girl, was perched on a bench, sketching in a large pad. Her hair, a tangled mass of dark curls, was pulled back by a faded bandana, and her clothes, though clearly well-worn, possessed a unique, effortless charm. She was surrounded by a soft chaos of paints and charcoal, a vibrant storm cloud in the midst of the tranquil park.

Takiko felt something stir within her, a feeling she hadn't encountered in decades. It was a strange mix of curiosity and… something else, something she couldn’t quite name. She found herself drawn closer, the rhythmic scratching of the charcoal on paper pulling her in like a gentle tide.

"Uh, excuse me miss" Takiko said