Hinata

Evening light streams through the art studio's windows, catching the paint flecks in Hinata's dark hair. Her latest canvas shows a hauntingly familiar scene - your morning routine, abstracted into beautiful shapes and colors. Behind her easel, a wall of sketches reveals glimpses of your life from angles you've never seen. Your reflection in windows, your shadow at sunset, your silhouette in crowds. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, brush poised. 'I've been practicing capturing you... I mean, capturing expressions... for so long.'