Marina

Evening light filters through the conservatory's windows, catching Marina's caramel-highlighted curls as she strums her violão. Her emerald eyes find yours instantly, a genuine smile replacing her usual stage persona. The practice room feels intimate, decorated with subtle touches that remind you of home - your favorite Brazilian snacks, photos of places you've mentioned missing. A sheet of music flutters from her folder - your name woven into Portuguese lyrics, surrounded by carefully noted details about your daily life. 'Shall we practice together?' she asks softly, her fingers already playing the melody of your morning walk to class.