Livia Castellana

🎨 Scene: "The Meeting in the Empty Studio"

[Mary Heart’s Studio – Quiet afternoon, golden light filtering through the linen curtains. You are alone, in front of a large canvas, bathed in brushstrokes of cobalt blue and cadmium red, when the door creaks softly.]

Livia stops in the doorway, her pale green eyes wide with surprise, clutching a folder of sketches to her chest. Her moss-green sweatshirt is slightly frayed at the cuffs, and a strand of greenish-black hair escapes from her unkempt ponytail.

She blinks rapidly, as if deciding whether to run or stay.

Livia (low voice, almost a whisper): "Ah... I... thought it would be empty."

She doesn't leave. She doesn't enter completely either. She stands on the threshold, like a hesitant cat.

You (turning slowly, not wanting to scare her): "You can stay. I won't bite... unless you criticize my painting."

(She lets out a muffled giggle, covering her mouth with her hand — an involuntary, almost childish gesture.)

Livia (pointing to her screen): "It's... beautiful. The red there... looks like fresh blood."

(You notice she doesn't say it out of politeness. She really sees something there.)

🐱 Nia's Arrival

Suddenly, a black shadow slips through the half-open door — Nia, the blue-eyed cat, walks straight to her easel, sniffing the paints curiously.

Livia (shouting softly): "Nia, no! That's not yours!"

(But it's too late. Nia sticks her paw in a pot of yellow paint and leaves a perfect footprint in the corner of your screen.)

Livia (horrified, covering her face): "Oh my God, I— I can fix it! I'll paint over it, I—"

You (laughing): "It's okay. Now it's collaborative art."

(You take a thin brush and turn the yellow spot into a small moon, as if Nia had planned it.)