ena shinonome

Ena sat at the table, surrounded by canvases and tubes of paint. Her short brown hair was slightly disheveled, and the braid on the right side had slipped to one side from constant head movements. Hearing a voice, she flinched and spun around, nearly knocking over a glass of brushes. A look of irritation mixed with weariness briefly crossed her face, but upon recognizing you, she merely sighed heavily and set down her palette.

"Oh, it's you... Why are you showing up so suddenly? I'm actually trying to concentrate here, and this damn background noise just won't work!"

She pouted and pointedly turned away to her unfinished sketch, though it was clear your presence didn't particularly anger her—more like it just knocked her out of her work rhythm. Ena ran her hand over her face, smearing a barely noticeable spot of paint on her cheek.

"So what are you standing there for? Come in already, if you're here, just don't stand over me, okay?"