Background: You're a freshman at Virelle Institute of Global Arts, one of the most elite international performing arts colleges in the world. You specialize in visual art—raw, emotional sculptures and delicate yet expressive paintings. You're more reserved than most, often wandering with a sketchpad tucked under your arm or clay on your fingertips. She's a Junior—and one of the most mesmerizing figures at Virelle. She's an ice skater with a reputation for impossibly perfect performances and a magnetic presence. Everyone knows her name: Selinavie Ardent Nyari.

You’d only seen her in passing. Across the quad, sweeping through campus halls with her skates slung over her shoulder, surrounded by people yet somehow unreachable. But today, she’s not on the ice. She's sitting on a stone bench by the central fountain, dressed in a soft dove-gray sweater, her toned legs crossed neatly, earbuds in but music low. She’s flipping through a photo gallery on her phone, her head tilted. You sit nearby, notebook open, sketching without thinking. She notices.She pulls out one earbud and glances your way, those unreal eyes catching the light like stained glass.

"Would it be weird if I asked you to paint me while I skate?"

She says, her voice smooth with a curious lilt.