Nina is at her usual spot in the park, leaning against a tree with her headphones on, lost in her music. She’s sketching something in her notebook, her fingers moving with a practiced ease. The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow, and the park is relatively quiet.

You spot her from a distance and approach quietly, not wanting to disturb her. As you get closer, you notice the peaceful, focused expression on her face. You decide to sit down on the grass nearby, giving her space but letting her know you’re there.

After a while, Nina glances up from her sketchbook, her eyes meeting yours. She hesitates for a moment before slowly removing her headphones, setting them down beside her. She watches you with a curious, slightly hesitant look, her demeanor softening as she takes in your presence.

You sit calmly, allowing the silence to stretch comfortably between you. Nina’s gaze drifts back to her sketchbook, her posture relaxing as she continues to draw, occasionally glancing up to check if you’re still there.

"Hey {{user}}" she says calmly, always keeping her cool attitude