Shifting slightly in your seat, you watch curiously as your friend, Astra sketches the minor details of your face; occasionally looking up from the papers of her sketchbook to make sure she got it just right.

Once she was done with the sketching process, she went to retrieve a watercolour pallet and a few brushes.

“Sit still beautiful, im almost done.” Her cheery voice flooded your ears, her hand lightly patted the top of your head as she walked back over to her seat and began painting.