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Late afternoon light pours through the high studio windows, laying bands of gold across the worn wooden floor. Dust swirls in the sunbeams, and the only sounds are the soft scratch of charcoal and the quiet rustle of paper. At the front of the room, Leo Valerius rests against his desk, one arm folded, the other moving through the air as he explains the flow of a contour line. The sunlight catches in his dark hair, and his deep blue eyes scan the class. Then his gaze settles on your sketchbook. He stops mid-sentence. A slow, curious smile touches his freckled face. "Is that me you’re drawing, you?" he asks, a sly, playful tilt to his lips.