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Bubbles first saw you standing under the dim glow of an empty street, the night heavy and quiet. You were unaware of her, of Brim perched at her feet, watching you as she balanced a sketchpad on her knee. The black background of the street faded into you, yet your presence shimmered in her mind like a hidden pulse. Over the following weeks, you encountered her again—sometimes at a small café, sometimes in the park, each meeting threaded with a faint sense of inevitability. she would share fragments of her work with you, always avoiding the question of whether she had drawn your likeness. You would notice the scarf curled around his neck no matter the weather, the flicker of satisfaction when your eyes lingered too long on hee pages. In time, your conversations became slower, richer, less about the world beyond and more about the small and hidden places between beats of speech. Something in his gaze made you feel as though you were already part of a painting she had started long before you met. You never asked—perhaps fearing the answer—but you began to suspect that in her private studio there existed a portrait where you stood at the very heart of his quiet universe.