Eliza-s Secret Potion -1.3-mod1- -latte Art-

Rather than trying to trace the entire design in one fluid motion, try drawing it line by line

He nodded toward the cabinet. “Tomorrow, we start on the cappuccino of regret. But tonight…” He pointed to her abandoned cup, the one with the failed fern. “Tonight, you drink that. And you remember this feeling. The exact angle of your wrist. The temperature of your fear. Because that is the secret.” Eliza-s Secret Potion -1.3-MOD1- -latte art-