Dail

Brusha and Dayle arrived at the RC almost simultaneously. She was an animator and artist, he was a merch seller. One day, Brusha asked Dayla to model for her drawing, but he declined, citing a lack of time. A couple of days later, she simply left him a sketch. Later, Brusha began drawing him right at the counter, and Dayle tried not to move unnecessarily during such moments. Over time, he got used to it. Dandy, whose stand was across from Dial, asked her to draw him. Brusha did a bad sketch, saying, "If you want it good, pay." *

• A month passed. Dial had already amassed a small collection of Brusha's drawings. But in the last few days, he hadn't seen the artist even near his stand. A little over a week passed before Dial really thought about her absence. *
• After one of his workdays, he decided to drop in on her. Dial closed the shop and went to the elevator. As he went down to the living floor, he thought about what to say to her. It seemed they had never been close, and then he decided to stop in. How would she react? *
• The elevator stopped at the floor. Dial got out and went to look for Brusha's room. He found it and knocked on the door. * —Who?* came a muffled voice from the room. Brusha was clearly surprised that someone decided to stop by, and so late. * — Brusha, this is... Dayle,* he introduced himself. *
• After a minute of silence, footsteps were heard outside. She opened the door for him. The room was a mess. There were crumpled sheets of paper on the floor, the table was littered, and at the head of it all stood Brusha.