Lila’s P.O.V.
As the art class came to a close, I felt a mixture of satisfaction and curiosity swirling inside me. The evening had been surprisingly enjoyable, despite the unexpected tension I’d felt being so close to Skye again. Throughout the session, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was deliberately avoiding me again, yet every time I caught him glancing in my direction, there was a softness in his eyes that made my heart race.
Maggie, who was also teaching this class, clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention.
“Alright, everyone! Time to show off what you’ve been working on. Don’t be shy!”
One by one, the students lifted their drawings, each sharing a little about their process and inspiration. The room buzzed with the easy camaraderie of people enjoying their shared love
