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Lance Everdale

A small clutter behind got him back on his knees. He quickly wiped his tears dry. Pretend to brush his finished painting with his finger. The after touch, perse.

The girl came up behind him. He twisted his head slightly to his left, trying to sneak a peek at her. She's staring at it, alright. Wearing a veiled expression.

"It's pretty. Must be precious." She murmured. He put on a smile.

"Yeah. It is," he lifted his stained index finger to touch the girl's smiling face in the painting.

"You should show it to her. To Iyesha I mean." His heart skipped a beat. He suddenly stood on his seat, bumping the easel and almost dropping the painting down. Good thing he caught it.

"Show it to her? Why?" the girl extended her index finger.

"The little girl in the painting, that's her isn't it? Together with you."