Jide had sat me out of today's farm duties and I spent my time painting away. I had painted the best memory I had since I got here- last night.

I highlighted the bonfire and the logs around, the people sitted and the dancers whose waist beads danced to the rhythm of the music. And me in the middle of it all, dancing goofily.

I smiled at the painting when I had finished and let it dry. I was admiring my work when I heard the door creak open.

"Stunning," I heard Jide breath out behind me.

I blushed and covered my warm cheeks with my cold palms. "Thank you,"...