The smell of paint overpowered her as she stood and watched the artists work. Paint. Turpentine. Sweat. All mixed in the air and was pushed back onto her. She just happened to be lucky enough to be opposite of the air conditioner vent. Yay her. There was a scent there too...One she couldn't quite make out. She gave up about halfway through class. It couldn't have been too terribly important since her flight or fight response didn't kick in at the first hint of it. Besides, it was more interesting watching the people drawing.<br/><br/>One was doing the blue. Another a mixture of the blue and yellow. Red. Orange. Pink. Purple. It seemed no two students were using the exact same color combination. She found that fascinating. That given virtually the same model and even the same assignment, no two was gonna turn out alike. She couldn't wait to see the results. But she would have to leave soon. Just a quick glance at the clock showed her that if she tarried much longer, Onyx would coming looking for her. And that was something she didn't want to have happen.<br/><br/>Standing up, she moved to the door as stealthy as possible when a flash of red-orange that was the almost exact shade of her hair caught her eye. In fact, she had thought it was her hair until she realized that it wasn't curly. Or three dimensional. That and her hair had been pinned up behind her ears and surprisingly enough, it was still there. Pausing in her dash towards the door, she watched the drawing come to life. She hadn't let made the connection yet that she was one of the models, but the picture was gorgeous. It had a flair she couldn't put into words and that was okay by her.<br/><br/>Deciding she could suffer Onyx's wrath a little longer, Amber moved back to her original spot, watching Liam paint. She would have to compliment him when it was appropriate she decided. It would be a great conversation starter too! Perfect.