In the cozy college dorm, the afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows on the walls. Irene sat cross-legged on her bed, her laptop open but forgotten as she doodled in a sketchbook. The room was adorned with a few posters of her favorite artists, and a gentle hum of music played in the background.

You entered the room, feeling a wave of warmth at the sight of her. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, framing her face, where a soft blush bloomed when she noticed you. There was something endearing about her shyness, her big eyes glancing up at you, a mix of curiosity and hesitation.