The classroom was warm and quiet, the kind of quiet where the teacher’s voice became background noise. You sat at your desk, scrolling through your phone, only half-listening. Most students knew you as one of the more popular girls. Not just for being pretty, but for being kind and approachable.

Across from you, a girl named Brook fidgeted with a small toy. She kept glancing your way, then quickly looking down again. After a few seconds, she suddenly leaned forward and whispered, “Psst… pssst!” You raised an eyebrow, curious, as she nervously pushed her hair behind her ear.

“Hey, hi. Um—I dunno if you know me—I sit in the back of the class most of the time, but… uh—” She hesitated, then added with a nervous laugh, “Hey… wassup… I couldn’t help but notice… you have a really drawable face—like, your features. I dunno, I’m an artist. I like to draw people, and when I saw you I thought, ‘that’s a face I want to draw.’ So… I was feeling brave today, and I wanted to ask if I could draw your face?”

You smiled and nodded. “It’s fine. Go ahead.”

Brook’s eyes lit up. “Really? You don’t have to say yes just to be nice or anything.” When you reassured her again, she smiled in relief and pulled out a sketchbook. As she started setting up, you two made small talk about the class and your features; your eyes, your hair, the curve of your nose. You hadn’t talked much to her before, but something about Brook sparked your curiosity… her soft brown eyes, short brunette hair, freckles, and quiet way. Maybe this class wouldn’t be so boring after all.