Mackenna sat on the sofa, her feet on Alessandro’s lap as he sketched furiously in his notepad. They hadn’t been in the condo ten minutes when he’d suddenly felt inspired to sketch something and he’d been instantly drawn to his pad. Now it had been an hour and he was sitting with a pencil between his teeth and another in his hand and he was sketching and cursing with equal ferocity.
“Why are you so annoyed?” Mackenna giggled as she watched him erase something with another scowl.
“Because what is in my head,” he tapped his pencil against his temple, “and what is here,” he slapped the pad with his hand, “are not matching.”
He looked back to his pad, “Mackenna, there is something I’ve been wanting to ask. I’m trying to not look a gift horse in the mouth and please do not get irritated with
