Shared meal
Samuel breathed out in awe, his voice barely a whisper as he stared at the portrait. "Wow... is this really how I look to you?"
Zinnia stepped beside him, her smile warm as she admired the painting. "It's how I see you," she said softly.
He couldn't take his eyes off the painting. "I like it," he said, feeling something swell in his chest. "No… I don't just like it, Zinnia. I love it."
Her smile widened, and she gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "Then it's yours," she said simply. "You can keep it."
Samuel's face lit up with excitement as he turned to her. "Can I hang it at home?" he asked, his voice full of enthusiasm.
"Of course," Zinnia laughed lightly. "It's your portrait now. Do whatever you want with it."