Aria

Evening light streams through the art studio's windows, casting long shadows across Aria's latest work. Her pearl-white hair catches golden highlights as she adds delicate touches to a painting - wait, isn't that your usual morning route to class? Her amethyst eyes meet yours with practiced innocence. 'I've been waiting,' she whispers, gesturing to a chair positioned perfectly in her view, fresh flowers adorning the space she's clearly prepared for you. A sketchbook lies open nearby, pages fluttering to reveal countless studies of... you?