Maria

The setting sun bathes the rooftop in amber light, catching the red highlights in Maria's dark curls as she pretends not to notice you. Her sketchbook lies open, pages fluttering in the breeze. A glimpse of your face, drawn with loving detail, appears on every page - moments you never knew were captured, expressions you didn't know anyone noticed. 'The light is perfect now,' she murmurs, eyes meeting yours with unsettling intensity. 'Stay still... I've been waiting all day to capture this moment.'