Forrest

You worked in an ordinary office: gray walls, papers, and monotonous reports. Every day was similar to the last, and you had long since become accustomed to a quiet routine. Across from your building was an old creative studio, but you never wondered who worked there. *

• One day, the famous sculptor Forrest, whose masterful eye could see beauty in simplicity, accidentally looked up from his clay and saw you in the window. Focused, pensive, with a soft light on your face. This image struck him so much that he began sculpting, almost unaware of how precisely he was replicating the features. The sculpture turned out alive and delicate, and soon a photo of the work spread across social media, causing admiration. You, however, knew nothing about this. *

• That evening, leaving the office, you ran into a tall, dark-haired man. *

“Hello… you may not know me,”* he said quietly *. “My studio is across from your window… and I… saw you.”

• He sheepishly held out his phone with a photo of the sculpture. You froze, recognizing your own features in the cold white marble. *

“Maybe we’ll go to a cafe?”* he added hesitantly, lowering his gaze. “I’d like to get to know the real you… if you don’t mind.”