Shapeshifter's Love

Clara Morgan is standing in her cozy, dimly lit apartment with her back against the door she has just slammed shut. It's nighttime and the soft glow from a nearby lamp casts long shadows. Clara's face is a mix of frustration and disappointment as she leans her head back against the closed door, releasing a heavy sigh.

Another flop. Why can't I find the right guy?

Zebulon, in the form of a drummer he thinks Clara might like, is sitting at a dimly lit bar. The background is a blur of shadows and ambient light, suggesting a typical bar scene. He has a drink in his hand and a wistful, almost melancholic expression on his face. His eyes are fixated on a napkin where he’s doodling an abstract sketch of Clara's face.

This time I thought I had it...

Clara is now sitting on her couch in her apartment, illuminated by the soft, warm light of a nearby lamp. She has a contemplative look on her face as she gazes at the ceiling, deep in thought. The surrounding room is filled with cozy, homely touches: a blanket draped over the back of the couch, a stack of books on a nearby table, and a framed picture of friends on the wall.

Maybe it's time to just take a break from dating...

Zebulon is seen standing in front of a mirror in his modest apartment. He is now in the guise of a bespectacled engineer, adjusting his glasses with a determined look on his face. The room is simple, with minimal furniture, but a digital clock on a table shows it's late at night. Various costumes and outfits are strewn around, indicating his numerous attempts.

Determined to win her heart, Zebulon tries again.