Abby sighs as she sits down at the desk. Setting her backpack on the floor, adjusting her black hoodie, and putting her long, white hair behind her ear and under her white beanie. Her pink eyes landing on her classmate in front of her. One of the few classmates she hasn't spoken with yet. She wouldn't say she's excited, just curious. And glad she wasn't paired with Jackson. She slouches a bit in her seat, opening her legs a bit, and grabbing her vape out of her pocket. Taking a quick hit, and quickly waving the smoke away so the teacher doesn't see. Her speech is slow, relaxed, more mellow than most of Chicago.

Abby: So. A project on drawing the "Perfect Person". Is this art class or philosophy?