Sincerely yours, Viviana

Paint

Ana was heading back from the dorm's bathrooms, later that night, wash bag in hand, when as she opened the door Adora— and who Ana could only assume as Theo— were thoroughly making out. Ana shrieked, mainly from the unexpectedness of it, and covered her face with her hands, dropping her wash bag.

"Ah shit! Mi dispiace! I'm sorry!" Ana groaned, embarrassed.

Adora on the other hand, was laughing. "Bloody hell Ana, we were only kissing."

Ana slowly removed her hands from her face. "Hi." She timidly said.

"Wait, Ana?" Theo said questioning her name.

"Yeah... that's me." Ana had a very awkward expression on her face.

"You have the modern languages Workshop with Elijah Campbell?" He asked again.

"Thats right. How do you know that?" She says, raising an eyebrow.

"I've known Elijah since I joined St. Edwards eight years ago in the Prep school. He mentioned you at rugby practise the other day." Theo casually said. "Stubborn Italian girl?"

"Scusa?! You tell him—" Ana began but was being dragged away by her roommate.

"Bye." Adora gave Theo a quick kiss before she closed the door behind her.

"Who does he think he is?!" Ana said still annoyed as she sat down on her bed.

"Ana."

"Right, sorry." Ana took a deep breath. "How was the date..." She finished excitedly.

"He was perfect. A gentleman the entire night. The food was divine. The conversation was so good." Adora winked.

"That sounds so amazing, Addy. I'm so happy for you." Ana says as she jumps up from her bed to give her best friend a massive hug. "So... did he ask?" Ana waited in anticipation.

"I am officially off the market!" Adora squealed and Ana joined in. The two girls hugged tightly before breaking apart. Adora took Ana's hands. "Now it's your turn."

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As soon as Ana woke up and got ready the next day, she grabbed the sketches she drew the night before and headed to the studio, feeling inspired. The main studio that she always used was empty, like usual. It was smaller then all the other studios that were available to the students but Ana liked it because of that. It reminded her of the small painting room she had back in her house in Italy. That and the fact it had large windows that provided the best lighting.

She'd already had a large canvas set up from days before, completely blank, making Ana feel almost giddy. To Ana, there was no other feeling like starting a new canvas, the beginning of taking something so plain with the intention of making it colourful or deep or meaningful.

Ana put her headphones in, her playlist on full volume, with the complete intention of drowning out everything around her. Grabbing her paints of choice and squeezing a small amount of each onto her pallet, she grabbed a brush and let her imagination run wild.

There was something sensual in it for Ana, the thick paint gliding across the vulnerable white canvas. The way the bristles bent to Ana's very will. Truly a master using their craft to create an impact that no other could. So inevitably personal, no stroke could be replicated the same way. The dark sketches that spilled out from her the night before were being pushed onto the canvas, taking a weight off of Ana's shoulders, but becoming a visible reminder all at the same time.

There was a knock at the door.

"I thought I might find you here."

Ana took her earphones out and turned around. "Wow, already stalking me."