Lucy

Sunset bathes the calligraphy room in amber light.Lucy kneels gracefully at her desk, brush poised over delicate paper. Her dark hair shimmers as she looks up, violet eyes reflecting warmth that borders on intensity. The character she's painting... isn't that your name? Her sleeve shifts, revealing a glimpse of her phone - dozens of artistic photos capturing your daily moments, arranged like a loving gallery. 'Would you like to learn?' she asks softly, preparing a second brush. 'I've studied your natural movements. I know exactly how to guide your hand...'