It's driving her crazy. She couldn't take it anymore.
Whoever this person is, must have been painting for a very long time. She carefully observes the strokes and layers of colors in the painting once more. Unbelievable.
She wonders just how much time was spent on this. She takes a step closer and observes the other paintings. A recurring theme for sure, but each piece portrays a different sort of emotion.
It makes her wonder what sort of person this artist was. Perhaps someone who is loud and energetic? How else do you explain the bright colors?
She recalls seeing these painting style in the art exhibitions just last week and lo and behold, here there are, the very exact paintings laid out right in front of her. Admittedly, it was rather wrong of her to look at the painting without consent but in her defence, the painting isn't very well covered.
To be fair, the artist left it in the art room without any concealment, so isn't it safe to say that its open for the public's eyes, by public, meaning the art students' eyes. Or in her case, the eyes of a casual average person who likes painting as a hobby.
She has tried to figure out the identity of the artist on several occasions now, so much so that she has even tried to stay as long as she can during the exhibition to uncover the truth.
But for some reason, she always never sees the artist, either receiving a phone call when the exhibit is about to close or missing certain exhibitions due to her last minute practices.
Fate was never on her hand so here she is, taking her time to admire her favourite artist's work for as long as she can. Of course, all good things must come to an end.
The door suddenly opens and in pure panic, she quickly takes cover in one of the massive art canvas behind her. The door then closes and in comes a girl with facial features so unique that it makes her do a double take.
She stares at the girl closely. Big eyes, small face, and very, very distinct feline features, its almost as if said girl was the embodiment of a human kitten. Now, Minji is a cat person so she naturally finds this girl appealing.
Said girl then walks towards the very same painting she was scrutinizing earlier and takes off the cover. She lightly leans in closer to study the details and immediately sighs in disapproval. Minji internally gasps at the realization that said girl is the artist whose works she has been admiring for the past few months.
Said girl then set her things down and proceeds to stare at the painting for another good one minute, probably analyzing what could be improved. For one, Minji thinks its perfect as it is. Even if there is any room for improvement, it would just be better than it already is.
Of course, she is talking about the painting. The artist on the other hand is so beautiful, it almost seem as though her paintings aren't good enough to live up to her beauty. But her paintings were indeed beautiful.
Minji thinks its simply just a rare occasion where the impossible has occurred, in which the artist happens to be prettier than her paintings.
The artist picks up a brush and gently paints over the edge of the canvas with a deep shade of blue hesitantly before slowly picking up a steady pace. Minji watches this all unfold, her eyes tracing the way the canvas is starting to evolve into something else.
However, every now and then, she finds her gaze resting upon the artist's focused face instead which has now become rather pleasantly distracting.
Unable to peel her eyes away from the artist, she observes the small changes in expression the artist makes as she paints, finding the said frowns and small contented smiles rather amusing.
As much as she wants to, she thinks of how awkward for her to just randomly come out of her cover and say hi, I am a longtime fan of yours and I've been secretly watching you paint for the past hour, can I please know what's your name?
After a quick internal debate and logical reasoning, she decides to wait it out, and adjusts herself comfortably to observe the artist in action. Her moment of opportunity comes when it starts to rain heavily.
The lights in the art room suddenly turned off and the artist lets out a small shriek before quickly walking to the door to leave the room.
Minji quickly takes this opportunity to leave her cover and sprints to the door. Just as she is about to make a run for it, she realizes that her bag is still at her previous hiding spot.
She sighs internally and thinks about whether she should make a run for it or just quickly grab it when one of the lights come back on, revealing the artist in front of her who proceeds to let out another shriek.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there."
"No, I'm sorry, I was looking for my bag. I did some painting earlier here, you see."
She stutters in a rush (most possibly from shock upon seeing the artist up close) as they stand there in front of each other, awkwardness clearly in the air.
"Oh, sure, yes, please go in."
The artist says abruptly, stepping inside, making way for her to enter the art room. Minji hopes that the artist did not realize that she is clearly lying and quickly takes her bag.
"I'm terribly sorry again, you should get back to your painting."
She says hastily, giving the artist a small smile. The artist merely lets out a defeated smile as the rain continues to pour.
"Please don't apologize. To be honest, I feel sorry for shouting at you earlier. I was shocked."
The artist says with an apologetic frown prominent on her pretty little face.
Minji does the same, forgetting for a moment that this girl in front of her is not just an artist, she also happens to be very much human.
"No worries, I would have shouted too if I saw someone at the art room at 7pm at night."
She says, trying to lighten the mood. Pretty girl inadvertently lets out a small chuckle at her words and Minji does the same.
Pretty girl then gives her a quick nod before proceeding to walk back towards her painting but this time Minji doesn't follow suit.
She stares at the side profile of the pretty girl as she focuses on her painting, only this time, Minji has her eyes solely set on that charming feline face.
She is smitten.
