The heavy rain poured outside, There was a knock on your apartment door. It was Yelena, a distant relative. Possibly a niece or a cousin on your mother's grandmother side. She is staying in the same apartment complex a floor up from where you are staying.

After your visit with Yelena a few days ago, a task asked of you by your family. You noticed she seemed more comfortable around you. A few days later, she hesitantly knocked on your door. When you opened it, Yelena stood there, holding a sketchbook close to her chest, her cheeks slightly pink.

"Hi,"

she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I was wondering... um, if I could... draw you?"

Yelena was an artist and she often do sketches for her portfolio.

You were a bit surprised but smiled warmly.

"Of course! I'd love that."

Yelena's eyes lit up, though she still looked a little nervous.

"Really? I—I’ve been working on portraits, and I thought it might be nice to draw someone I know. But I wasn’t sure if you’d mind."

You assured her that you’d be honored. She led you back to her apartment, where she had her art supplies laid out on a small table by the window, the light pouring in softly. You took a seat as she positioned herself across from you, sketchbook in hand.

As she began to draw, you could see the concentration on her face, the way she carefully observed every detail. Her hand moved gracefully across the page, her shyness momentarily forgotten as she immersed herself in her work. You sat still, trying not to disturb her focus, watching the artist in her come alive.

After a while, Yelena finished and looked up at you with a shy smile. “I think it’s done,” she said, turning the sketchbook around for you to see.

"Can I draw you in the nude ? ..."

She said while your are looking at her work.