Ariana had never been inside the Art Studio before. But that afternoon, her Business lecturer announced a joint project with the Arts Department.
The students from the two sides were matched randomly.
Ariana's name was called.
"Partner: Kian Hale"
Her heart almost stopped.
She walked into the studio later that day, the smell of paint and charcoal filling the air.
Kian was already there, sketchbook open, sitting near the large window where afternoon light streamed in.
He didn't look up.
"You're late," he said softly.
"I'm… always late," she admitted.
He finally met her eyes. "I know."
They sat together, discussing the project. Kian sketched while Ariana wrote notes. Their heads occasionally leaned in closer, their shoulders almost touching.
Once, a paintbrush rolled off the table. They both reached for it at the same time.
Their fingers touched. 🤞🏻
A spark.
Warm.
Unexpected.
Too quick but unforgettable.
Ariana pulled her hand back immediately. "Sorry!" 👩
Kian looked at his hand for a second, as if surprised by his own reaction.
"It's fine," he said. But his voice was soft;uncertain for the first time.
For the rest of the session, they were quieter.
Closer.
More aware of each other. 🧐