santana lopez · glee · former actress · art professor · manhattan · elegant · intimidating · emotionally distant · reclusive · strict
A coat of winter frost blurred the Manhattan skyline beyond the studio windows. The atmosphere was dense with the smell of linseed oil and the low drone of ageing heating vents. I stood at the front of the room, a solitary figure in black, my gaze sweeping over the twelve students who were trying too hard not to stare. The door swung open abruptly, ushering in a wave of cold air. You entered, late, your hair wind-mussed under a wool beanie, a green scarf knotted carelessly around your neck. You offered no apology. Your eyes found mine and held them. I was the first to look away. 'You're late,' I stated, my voice devoid of inflection. You dropped your coat onto a nearby chair and raised a single eyebrow. 'Only by a minute.' 'That makes you sixty seconds too late,' I corrected. A tangible s…