Sorom didn't care for her new studio. While it was bigger, it somehow felt more isolated than her old one back home; perhaps it was the modern, minimalistic feel that lacked any color or furniture that made it so cold. Her smaller place had been filled with warm fabrics and sunshine -- now everything felt cold.
But it was all hers. It wasn't all bad; moving to a bigger work studio meant she was getting more popular and her designs were taking off. When she gathered more money, perhaps she could decorate the place to her liking, and it was still the first week, so maybe she hadn't gotten used to it, yet. Though even as she closed up her shop for the night, something still felt off, and she chose to blame it on moving somewhere new.
"Oh!" And she'd almost walked right in to someone while she closed up. "You scared me -- I'm alright," she assured whoever seemed to be lingering in the shadows.
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