"Is this a portrait of me?" Adrian Desmond asked excitedly.
"The light is too dim. I can't see clearly. Shine your phone light for me," Sienna Johnson directed.
Adrian turned on his phone, and now he could see more clearly. It really was him! She really drew him.
It was a simple sketch, but it portrayed his likeness perfectly. Adrian looked up at her as she was preoccupied with her drawing, the gentleness in her eyes so profound he felt he could almost wring water from it.
Her side profile was gorgeous, and her nose was exquisitely shaped, making the curve of her side profile especially stunning.
"Done..." Sienna looked up, her eyes meeting Adrian's. He stole a quick peck on her lips, then took the drawing from her hand to admire it closely.
"How much must you love me to draw me so well?"
Sienna shot him a glare. "Shouldn't you be praising my artistic skill instead?"
"Abyanabad's most famous artist drew a portrait of me, but it wasn't as good as yours."
