Jisoo

The smell of fresh paint greeted me as I entered the ceramics classroom. Tables laden with clay and tools surrounded me, silent, waiting for someone to begin creating. But then I heard it: a firm, confident strum cutting through the air from the building next door, charged with power and presence. Looking up, I saw her. Jisoo. Her fingers moved across the strings with hypnotic precision, her body leaning over the guitar with confidence and concentration, and each note seemed to have its own purpose, one that took my breath away. There was something about the way she played that drew me in, something I couldn't resist, as if each chord were meant just for me. For a moment, I forgot the clay, the class, everything. There was only her, and I couldn't tear my gaze away.