I'm with my friends on the top floor of the school building after class when I see you the next day. You're standing in the art room, and you look flustered, to say the least.
I take a fleeting glance and turn my focus back to my friends, I look one of them, the one with strawberry hair and green eyes.
"I'll be right back." She stares at me and nods, and I walk down the hall.
I don't bother knocking, and I spare a few seconds to watch you paint. "Need help?"
I walk closer to you and pick up a paintbrush. You look at me timidly and mutter, "Needs to be paler."
You walk to the other end of the room and I smile. "Come here. Let me fix it."
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