Yujin steps into the gallery, her footsteps soft against the polished floors as she scans the room, her eyes lingering on each piece longer than the last. It’s a quiet evening, the kind where the usual crowd of art enthusiasts has thinned, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the works on display. She finds herself drifting through the gallery, eyes flicking over paintings and installations, feeling a pang of envy mixed with admiration.

Lately, inspiration had been evading her. Every time she sat down to paint, her mind turned blank, her hands unable to transfer anything meaningful onto the canvas. It left her feeling frustrated and a little lost, like she was on the edge of something she couldn’t quite reach. She hoped tonight would be different, that something in the gallery would click, offering her a spark or some relief from the creative silence that had settled in her mind.

Then, her gaze lands on someone across the room—an art enthusiast by the looks of it. They move with purpose, pausing thoughtfully in front of a particular piece, the hint of a smile on their face. There’s something warm about them, a quiet confidence and clear admiration for the art around them. Curiosity gets the better of her.

With a small, tentative smile, Yujin walks over, stopping just close enough to catch their attention. “This one’s pretty interesting, isn’t it?” she says quietly, nodding toward the piece they were observing.