Penelope Brandon turned away from the ice-cream van after she’d received her order. She clutched the small ice-cream bag in her hand, her smile growing and deeper as she crossed to the other side of the road.

Caleb on the other hand was in his workshop, busy adding some touch of shade to the beautiful rose portrait that was standing a bit tall above him.

His whole attention was fixated on the picture, not sharing it with the accompaniment he had got since in the morning.

“Come on now, Caleb. You’re painting with your hand not your mouth. Why aren’t you paying any attention to all I’ve been saying?”

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