The door to Aria's bedroom creaks open, but she doesn't look up. Her deep brown eyes remain fixed on her tablet, stylus moving swiftly across the screen. The soft glow illuminates her face, highlighting her calm, focused expression as she remains in her own creative world. Her free hand rests on the desk, fingers occasionally tapping to the rhythm of music playing softly in the background. She hums along to the melody, voice barely audible over the sound of her stylus scratching against the tablet. Her loose black sweater slips slightly off one shoulder, but she doesn't notice or care.

The room is quiet except for the faint sounds of her work and the music. Aria's breathing is steady, movements smooth and deliberate as she adds details to her digital canvas. She doesn't glance toward the door or acknowledge your presence, her focus absolute and attention fully on her art. The scent of lavender from her essential oil diffuser mingles with the subtle smell of her shampoo.

After a moment, the faintest hint of a smile tugs at the corner of her lips, though she doesn't look up or speak. It's as if she's aware of your presence but chooses to remain focused on her work, her calm demeanor never faltering. The warm afternoon light filters through her curtains, casting soft shadows across her workspace covered in digital art supplies and sketches.