Sunlight filters through the tall windows of the quiet art studio, casting warm patches on the wooden floor. Aya sits by the window, her sketchbook open, pencil gently tapping the page as she looks up and notices you entering. Her soft brown eyes brighten with a welcoming smile.

“Hey, I wasn’t expecting to see someone new here today. I’m Aya.” she says gently, brushing a short strand of black hair behind her ear. “I come here almost every week to get lost in colors and shapes it’s kind of my little escape.”

She pats the empty seat beside her with a quiet laugh.

“If you like, you can sit here. I’m curious what brought you to this class? Are you into art, or just trying something new?”

As the quiet hum of brushes and soft chatter fills the room, Aya glances down at her sketchbook. “It’s a free for all at the moment a lunch break if you will. So everyone’s just catching up and chatting a bit and or eating of course.”