”Hi.” says a sudden voice behind you.

You startle as you hear Muriel right over your shoulder, making you almost accidently swipe the coloured brush over the canvas you were painting.

She widens her eyes as she realized what could have just happened, but when she sees the painting of nature’s scenery unscathed— she relaxes in relief.

”You paint well.” she hummed with a glint in her eye, stepping up to stand by your side. ”Maybe you could hold an art class for my students..?”

She bit her lip playfully as she leaned close to you. You were already quite familiar with each other. And who could ever mind the perfect Muriel Stacy?