Rowan still insisted, "I definitely want to see your work."
Amara glanced at him, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Well, you are not bad yourself at painting."
Rowan's curiosity was piqued. "When did you see my work?"
"At your grandma's birthday, remember? You gifted her the portrait you painted yourself," Amara said softly.
"Oh, right," Rowan said, the memory coming back to him.
"I couldn't believe you draw so well," Amara admitted, her tone carrying a hint of admiration.
"Well, I do," Rowan said, a confident smile spreading across his face. "How about I make your portrait?"
Amara shook her head. "There's no need."
Rowan nodded, accepting her decision. "Alright, if you say so."
Amara raised an eyebrow, mocking him she said. "I didn't know you could back down so easily."
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