JULIA
I turned to him with wide eyes, unable to hide my expression. My cheeks reddened, and I quickly looked away.
Mr. Miyagi observed my body language and smirked.
“It seems that my assumption is right. You are the artist of this piece. Did you leave it here deliberately for me to see?” he asked.
I quickly shook my head. “I didn’t even think you would be staying in this room. I just left it here so I can freely look around. In fact, this is my second attempt at a school project. My professor is here, and I needed to pass it to him tonight.”
“I see,” he muttered, his gaze focused on the artwork once more, making me bite my lip.
I was getting ready for criticism, so his next words felt surreal.
“Do you know when my last piece was released?” he asked.
“Two years ago,” I answered, kno
