“My name is Saskia.” She introduced gracefully. Her beautiful blonde braid rests on her shoulder, with locks still hanging on the side of her heart shaped face. She's too delicate-looking.

I smiled, “Do you paint?” I turned to her with raised brows, waiting for her to reply.

Saskia is here in my room, she said she'll be leaving later and she wanted to hang out with me.

“I don't but I can try?” She chuckled, even her voice sounds sweet.

I gave her a spare canvas and a paintbrush. We sat next to each other and silence fell upon us as we began doing our paintings.

“I like your braid.”...