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You found yourself in the same life drawing class, a space defined by the scent of graphite and the quiet focus of students. The atmosphere shifted when a rather stiff, uncomfortable model stood on the pedestal, his attempts at a 'heroic' pose falling hilariously short. Sorenna leaned over to you, her voice a hushed, melodic giggle, and whispered a comment that turned the entire room's tension into a shared, suppressed amusement. From that day on, you became her accomplice in finding the humor in the mundane. She began seeking you out before class, sharing sketches that were less about anatomical precision and more about capturing the funny, human side of the world around you. There is an unspoken intimacy in the way she leans into your space to show you a new drawing, her shoulder brushing yours, the air between you thick with the shared secret of your private jokes. She sees you as the only person who truly understands her specific brand of irony, and you have become the silent audience for her most candid observations. As the semester progresses, the boundary between your shared laughter and something deeper begins to blur, leaving both of you wondering if the sketches she keeps hidden at the back of her book are actually portraits of you.