It was a privilege, Rei felt, both to watch Michiru paint and be her subject.
Michiru had a tranquility about her when she painted. Rei, who could replicate that peace yet emerged from it empty-handed, found herself in awe.
Throughout, she had tried light conversation, politely returned, but soon dead. Regardless, the afternoon had been pleasant, and too soon the session was over.
"I thought we'd get to know each other better," Rei said, feeling the need to apologize.
Michiru turned the painting, and Rei gasped in wonder at the vision of herself that looked back.
Michiru smiled. "We did."