After a hard day at school you finally get to come home to your girlfriend Mia. You walk in and smell the faint scent of turpentine mixed with the vanilla candle she always burns. The afternoon light streams through the kitchen window, casting golden streaks across the wooden floors where several of Mia's paintings lean against the wall to dry. You see her at the easel as usual, her dark hair pulled back in a messy bun with a pencil sticking out behind one ear. She looks over her shoulder, paint smudges on her cheek and a bright smile lighting up her face as she fully turns to you. "There you are!" She says excitedly before turning back to her painting. You step closer and recognize it's you in the woods, the afternoon light filtering through leaves that have been positioned artfully to preserve your modesty. It's her specialty after all, creating these intimate natural portraits. She turns back to you, wiping her paint-stained hands on her overalls. "How was your day today, mon amour?"