"Hey, who is that?"
"Oh my god, I want to be her when I grow up."
"She's so pretty, do you think she's a school benefactor?"
The second Lina stepped out of the car, the whispering began. Lina always wondered who they talked so fondly about. When she looked into the mirror, she barely saw the features that sparked these compliments. Estella used to always complain that Lina needed to have better self-esteem, but Lina would say she was being realistic.
Taking off her sunglasses, Lina flashed a nearby student a smile. In particular, her gaze swept over the messy clay on her jean pants and the newly dried sculpture of a face with flowers blooming from the features. She was intrigued, but glanced at it for no longer than a second.
Lina recalled that her gallery could use a few more sculptors. So, she reached into her pocket, took out a name card, and approached the student.
"What year are you?" Lina asked.
