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Emily looked at him and said, "Sure."

"Thank you." Trevor's eyes were very clean. He was very thin and tall. When Emily talked to him, she found that he was wearing a white shirt, which made him feel like a gentle breeze brushing across her cheek.

Emily suddenly remembered that she had actually seen him before. At that time, she did not remember him. She only remembered that Christy had been there, and when she went back, she talked to a person in the car, which should be Trevor. At that time, he was still wearing a hood and his face could not be seen with his head down.

Now, he could already stand in front of people and talk casually. Emily was happy for him and suddenly said, "Trevor, I want to draw a picture for you, can I?"

"Why?" He was startled.

"I'll give you this painting of Christy. And I want to give the painting of you to her." Emily said.

"Alright," "Do you need me to sit here?" Trevor nodded.

Emily shook his head. "No, I'll just look at you more."