Izzy got up early the next day before Timothy's call for her. It wasn't like her to wake up at dawn but she needed the comfort of the garden. The past few days, she had been physically worn out as Timothy distracted her with activities that kept her busy.
The feel of the slight breeze of morning air invited her to take a stroll in the garden. The dew stuck onto the grass which left a sweet smelling scent of clean grass surround her.
Izzy then reached a part of the garden where a single bench stood, looking into the field of flowers. A place she always went for refuge. However, it was already occupied despite the early morning.
As she got closer to the hunched figure, she realized it was Maliki with a sketchpad and an ivory pencil in his hand. The motion of his wrist were swift and profe
