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."
As they stood there, enjoying the moment, a loud growl echoed through the room. Zinnia blushed, laughing at herself. "Well, that's embarrassing," she said, her cheeks flushed. "I think I'm starving. Let's grab some food. It's almost dinner."
