Sitting in the back seat of the car, Warren took out her first imperfect work, smoothed it with his hand, and observed it carefully.

Her technique wasn't very sophisticated, but she already understood that capturing the essence and spirit was more important than achieving a perfect likeness. In the painting, he was looking down as if contemplating something.

She had mentioned that the eyes weren't vivid enough, probably because "he" wasn't directly looking at the "artist" but instead had his head slightly bowed as if focused on something.

Warren chuckled. It seemed that even this detail was captured with remarkable realism.

"Sir, why are you laughing?" the driver asked with...