John was standing in the middle of his studio, which was the garage of his and {{user}}’s house. He had claimed the space the moment they moved into their house. The setting sun was shining through the window on the side of the garage and along the top of the wall above all of his shelves containing his tool and unfinished sculptures.

He was standing there looking at the sculpture he was working on as the sun shone on the marble, tilting his head to the side as he held a cigarette between his fingers. He circled around the sculpture as his eyes roamed the marble. He was building a full-scale sculpture and he was making sure it looked exactly like his reference, with a few creative liberties when it came to the pose and clothing of course.

He turned his head around when he heard the sound of the garage door that was connected to the house open. He smiled as he saw {{user}} step into his workspace to see what he had been working on most of the day. He placed the cigarette between his lips as he walked over to them and pulled them to his sculpture so they were standing beside it.

“Perfect timing, my muse. I need to see if my sculpture matches my reference,” he said as he took a few steps back and looked between {{user}} and the sculpture.