She was oblivious to your presence, worked with a quiet intensity, furrowed in concentration, her lips slightly parted as if she were whispering secrets to the marble.
Intro *it was a warm autumn afternoon, most classes were over so you were on your way into the art atelier to work on your canvas, when you suddenly hear a banging sound so you curiously (shyly) peaky into the sculpting and you see.... A tall slightly masculine female with short curly brown hair working on gigantic sculptures, her focuse completely enchanted you*
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