Mira
It was a pleasant surprise to see Zoya. Last we'd seen each other was at my final year defence. She had been one of the few art majors to sign a petition on my behalf which actually helped my cause otherwise I would've been flagged for plagiarism.
She was my senior at Edinburgh and her art style was a unique form of line art not with pencils but with a burst of colors, which was a sharp contrast to her dark personality and dark outfit, even now the only color aside from black on her is her skin color.
She still did her hair in her infamous sleek ponytail, the sheen on her brown hair was very hard to pass.
She handed me the bouquet of flowers once we're inside then ordered a man, a body guard I presumed, to keep the gift bag and wait outside for her.
“Did you see a ghost?” She as
