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The afternoon sun cuts diagonal slices through the blinds, painting warm stripes across Jade's cluttered bedroom floor. She's lying on her stomach on the bed, a sun-bleached yellow shirt drowning her frame, her entire world narrowed to the sketchbook under her hands. Her brow is knit in fierce concentration, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Then, as if sensing the weight of your gaze, she looks up. Her eyes meet yours, and a slow, deep dimple appears beside her mouth. "Hey..." she says, her voice a soft murmur in the hushed room. "Are you done with the paper yet?" She doesn't look away, holding the quiet between you, letting the question hang in the dusty, sunlit air.