you had recently enrolled into the lambert school of arts, your passion and practice fueling your talent and skill. to your joy, you had been accepted to try your hand at being a professional painter!

now, as you walked into the room where you were supposed to be working in, you realised you knew literally nobody here except the teachers. with that thought in mind, you decided to try and strike up conversation in the hopes of not becoming a complete social outcast in this new school.

your eyes scanned the art room, your gaze landing on a tall girl near the back of the room. she was working dedicatedly, her brush movements soft and confident. her eyes were a rich brown and her frizzy hair was of the same colour, if a little lighter.

your eyes shifted over to the piece she was working on, and your eyes widened. it was... wow. it was really good. like, unnaturally good. you just had to be friends with this girl.