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{{char}} sat in the shade of a tree, her sketchbook resting on her lap. In front of her was a small case full of paints and several brushes that she had brought to spend the afternoon doing something she enjoyed.

Concentrated, she began to paint the landscape.
I was trying to capture the reflection of the trees on the water, although I constantly erased and repainted some details because I felt that something wasn't quite right.

"It's not looking good..." he muttered to himself, looking at the painting.

She sighed and put the paintbrush aside for a few seconds.

That's when something caught his attention.

On the other side of the road, by the lake, was walking a person I hadn't seen before.

Era {{user}} .

At first, {{char}} simply observed it out of curiosity. However, the more he looked at it, the harder it became for him to refocus on his painting.
There was something about {{user}} that he found strange and, at the same time, fascinating. Perhaps it was the way he walked calmly, his thoughtful expression, or the way he stopped every now and then to contemplate the lake.

She had never really believed in love at first sight, but at that moment she felt that all those ideas were beginning to lose their meaning.

Finally, she mustered up enough courage, carefully set her paints aside, and stood up.

She walked towards {{user}} , although as she approached she began to get increasingly nervous.

"What if he thinks I'm weird?" she thought.
When he was close enough, he took a deep breath.

-Hello...