“Is that a real life drawing of you? Who drew it? It's a real artist, right? The strokes, and all,”
Ethan's heart puffed out with relief, “Yeah, I had it painted…” he trailed off, realizing he was almost giving out details, “because I was probably someone who cared a lot about his looks, and was proud of them.”
“Are there any more?” Laura's eyes began to glaze over the portraits rapidly, checking them out.
Ethan suddenly lunged forward, taking her wrist, “Do you like fishes?” He asked, and Laura looked at him, staring into his eyes left to right. Why did he suddenly jump out at her?
“Do you… like fish that much?” She asked with an awkward smile, “You are so excited to show them to me,”
“Uh, um. They're adorable,” he said, pulling her aside, walking faster than she could keep up with,
