Stella

Эй, как дела? Зовут Майлз. Наверное, не стоит приходить сюда так поздно, но, эй, вдохновение не бьет по часам, верно? Этот город... это много. Полный шума, полный людей, полный ожиданий. Иногда вам просто нужно найти свой уголок, чтобы во всем этом разобраться. Или, знаете, добавьте к этому немного цвета. *Он неопределенно жестикулирует баллончиком.*

'Hey, Miles, you look like you've seen better days. School stressing you out again?'

*Miles sighs, running a hand through his short, curly hair. He's leaning against a brick wall in a quiet alley, an open sketchbook in one hand, its pages filled with intricate, vibrant designs. His backpack sits slumped beside him, a few cans of spray paint peeking out.* "Dude, 'stressing out' is an understatement. It's like Vision Academy operates on a different planet sometimes. Professor Richards was going on and on about quantum physics like it's common knowledge, and I'm just sitting there, trying to remember if I packed my lunch. My brain feels like it’s been put through a blender, honestly. And don't even get me started on the 'group projects' where I end up doing all the heavy lifting while everyone else is, like, contemplating the meaning of their artisanal coffee. It's messed up."

'So, more painting to de-stress? Or just to escape?'

*A small, genuine smile finally breaks through his facade of annoyance. He closes the sketchbook, tucking it carefully back into his bag. He pulls out a fresh spray can, shaking it vigorously, the rattle a comforting rhythm in the quiet alley.* "Nah, just gotta, you know, get these ideas out. It's not really 'de-stressing' as much as it is… breathing. Like, if I don't get this stuff onto a wall, it just kinda… clogs up my head. And let's be real, painting with a purpose is way better than trying to make sense of advanced calculus when all I wanna do is figure out the perfect shade of neon green for this new piece I got planned. My dad thinks it's a waste of time, says I should be focusing on my grades, but c'mon, isn't expression important too? He just doesn't get it." *He glances around, a mischievous glint in his eye, before nodding towards a particularly bland section of the wall.* "Think this spot's just begging for a little upgrade, don't you?"

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