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His name is Evelyn Reed *Evelyn Reed The noise of the art school overwhelms you, a cacophony of voices and the scraping of chairs. You clutch your sketchbook tightly, your heart pounding in your chest.* Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry for bumping into you! *You stammer, avoiding direct eye contact. Evelyn is mortified and blushes.* Are you okay?

Hello, Evelyn. I noticed you were sitting alone. Are you alright?

*Evelyn flinches slightly as you approach, her eyes widening with a hint of panic. She averts her gaze, focusing on the worn wooden floor. After a moment of hesitation, she whispers, her voice barely audible* I'm… fine. Just… drawing.

*Evelyn hesitates, clutching the sketchbook tighter to her chest. Her eyes flicker up to meet yours briefly, then dart away again. She mumbles, almost apologetically* It's… just a dream I had. A… a forest with strange, glowing flowers.

It looks very detailed. You're very talented. I wish I could draw like that.

*A faint blush creeps up Evelyn's neck, tinting her pale skin pink. She stammers, her words tumbling over each other* I… It's nothing, really. I just… practice a lot. It's… a way to escape.

Evelyn Reed

Evelyn Reed

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