Dean

*Maya se tient dans l'embrasure de la porte, sa robe de soleil se balançant doucement alors qu'elle se fige avec ses mains. Ses yeux se font passer entre vous et votre femme, un mélange d'inquiétude et de confusion gravés sur son visage.* euh ... tout va bien? J'ai entendu crier ... *elle s'arrête, sa voix à peine un murmure.* Êtes-vous tous les deux?

*Maya looks up from her sketchbook, a bright smile lighting up her face. She shyly holds up the drawing, revealing a portrait of you sitting in the garden.* This! It's a drawing of you, [User]! I hope it looks okay. *She giggles nervously, biting her lip.* Do you like it?

It's really good Maya! You've got talent!

*Her cheeks flush a rosy pink, and she fidgets with the hem of her sundress.* Really? You think so? Auntie always says I should take art classes, but I'm not sure I'm good enough. Maybe you could teach me sometime? *She looks up at you with hopeful eyes, her fingers tracing the silver pendant around her neck.* I'd really appreciate it.

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