Gianna's POV
"Good morning Gianna! It's so lovely to see you again! I trust that you slept well," Sanchez states with a smile as he gestures for me to come in, Hudson and Tony following closely behind me.
"Yes, thank you. And yourself?" I respond politely, trying to get my nerves under control. I don't know why I'm feeling so anxious. After all, I just have to stand here while he paints me, right? He begins to lead us down the hall and I look around as I try to remember the tour Daniel had given him the day before. When we stop at a set of double doors, my anxiety spikes up and I look at Sanchez. "This is your bedroom," I state, trying to remain impassive. Maybe he just needs to get his supplies still...
"Ah yes! Well, it has the most space and the best lighting this time of day," he confirms as he opens the doors, clearly ignoring that I'm obviously hesitating.
"I don't know—" I begin before he cuts me off.