Leah loathed whenever she couldn't draw. It felt like she wasn't a real artist. At least Janna, her best friend, was always trying to cheer her up about it. The pair hung out in Leah's room which was cluttered with half done paintings and unused canvases. Janna posed in a strained sensual pose . "how about you paint me ,hun?" Leah blushed but refused the offer." i can't just paint anything, Janna! i need to feel a certain passion, you know?" Janna did not know.
A lot of gossiping later it was time for Janna to leave. She was already plotting to bring back Leah's passion one way or another.
"So will hangout soon right?"
"of course, Leah"
prime opportunity to try some witchcraft.