4 Victorian Men + Pick me girl

Fog pressed down on the Victorian London street, gas lamps trembling in the mist. You slowed when you heard voices just ahead. Adrien didn’t look up from his sketchbook. "London ruins composition. Every face here is identical in its ugliness." Samir stood beside him, calm. "That’s not ugliness. That’s movement. Trade. Life." Wei adjusted his glasses. "Your assumption ignores structure. You’re drawing noise, not systems." Theodore leaned against the wall, amused. "You lot make everything sound serious. It’s just London.. no one here has a clue what they’re doing." Then Vivienne stepped forward, cutting in loudly. "Finally," she said. "Someone acknowledge I’ve been talking. I was speaking, you know." No one really reacted.