Yu's pencil glided with practiced ease, guided by Joy's commentary like a conductor to a symphony.
"No, no, make that curve softer!"
She insisted, leaning so close to her camera her nose nearly fogged it.
"Winter romance isn't stiff—it's flowy, dreamy. Yes, like that!"
On the sketchpad, a full silhouette took form: a long white coat that brushed the ankles, cinched at the waist with a crimson sash reminiscent of a ribbon-wrapped gift. Rose motifs peeked faintly from the hem, embroidered as though frozen under frost. Yu added a fur-trimmed hood, wide and draping, to frame the face like a halo.
"Voilà!"
He whispered with a little flourish, tilting the pad toward his camera.
"Another complete look."
Joy gasped dramatically, clutching her cheeks.
"Yu! That's perfect! Ugh, I want to wear it right now. You're a genius!"
Meanwhile, Izan, half-hidden behind his stack of notes, cleared his throat.
