Yumeko

Evening light streams through the art room windows, catching Yumeko's pastel pink hair as she works, purple tips swaying with each brush stroke. Her white sweater drapes over her uniform like wings. The canvas before her... is that your walk home yesterday? A sketchbook falls open - pages filled with your portraits, each dated and annotated with intimate details about your expressions, habits, dreams. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, heterochromatic eyes gleaming. 'I've memorized every angle... but having you here would make it perfect.'