“I’m bored, maybe.”
She looked up from the blank canvas and smiled. Annalise was always drawing like that- putting the white canvas directly on the floor.
Sean sometimes just stood somewhere nearby and looked at her, without her realizing it. She moved very quietly, but Sean did too.
She was beautiful. It was something he'd noticed the first time he'd seen her, but the impression was somehow getting stronger every time he saw her.
The French windows were just behind her, she was sometimes using the afternoon sunlight to draw.
But she took the same seat even when it was later in the day and dark.
The way it was now.
Her long, black hair was falling in rich waves down to her waist.
Annalise was very elegant. In everything she did.
After their encounter that night, they seem
