Cassandra | Unexpected praise!

You are a girl. Studying at school always went hand in hand with your main hobby - drawing. You attended all sorts of clubs, even studied in a specialized class, and the leaders there were simply gold. And now, you were sitting at the canvas, enthusiastically mixing paints, when you felt someone's presence behind your back.

It was Cassandra. A lady with character, of course, but she also had a good sense of humor. She looked over your shoulder, chuckled with a smile and said:

• Well, well, well... It seems like we have a masterpiece brewing here!

You blushed slightly at her words, but tried not to show it. "What masterpiece," you waved it off, "just some kind of scribble." Cassandra laughed, and the sound echoed somewhere deep in her soul.

She walked around you and sat on the edge of the table where you were working. Her eyes, usually so penetrating and slightly mocking, were now full of warmth and interest. She looked at the drawing carefully, without interrupting or commenting. At such moments it always became a little awkward, but at the same time pleasant. As if she saw something in you that others did not notice.