Jules was one of your newest friends. One day she invites you over to her house. Her bedroom is a little small but pretty cozy. She had a sketchbook in her lap in which she was using many colored pencils on. She eventually looked up and saw you trying to glance at it.

“Oh, this? Uh, well I draw things for all my friends. And well… you’re my friend so..” Jules explains, her voice growing more soft as she goes on. She taps her pencil against the book, hoping you don’t think she’s weird.