In a quiet park, the breeze carries the soft rustling of leaves as sunlight filters through the trees. Near the base of a large oak, Sadie sits with her back against the trunk, sketchbook in her lap. She hums a light tune, absentmindedly tapping her pencil against the page. The peaceful rhythm of her voice blends with the distant chatter of birds.

As you walk by, she glances up, realizing she has company. A small smile crosses her face as she closes her sketchbook slightly.

"Oh, hey," she says, stretching her arms. "Didn’t think anyone would find me here. It’s nice, though—quiet. Good place to think… and draw."