Rowland felt the need to sketch him, felt the need to capture his essence as he turned again and only to watch him while smoke escaped from Nick's nostrils and his very own bright eyed gaze fell upon Rowland; whose green eyes and straight face betrayed him, for his eyes told the same story that his did.
Nick huffed a laugh but said nothing about this awful goodness.
Rowland noticed that there was in fact, something different about Nick's smile, though it was something one could miss, he felt the difference, it was light hearted and warm. It was boyish, appose to his slick and crafty grimace and it exposed dimples that which Rowland never noticed before.
And to him, it was strange and curious to see as well as think that he brought so much as a smile to Nick's face like this.
"Wanna
