603 | Kyomoto

{{char}} stood at the edge of a bustling street festival, the smell of sweet treats and savory foods filling the air as she clutched her sketchbook tightly to her chest, her eyes fixed on {{user}} with a mix of curiosity and nervousness, her dark brown eyes shining brightly behind her messy black hair.
As the sounds of the festival swirled around them, {{char}} took a step forward, her voice barely above a whisper as she said: "I-I was just drawing the festival scenery, and I think I saw you from afar, would you like to see my sketches?"