Lincoln led Marcel by his arm out of the ballroom. As they stepped out the door Lincoln smoothly slide his hands down and grabbed Marcel's hand lacing their fingers together. Marcel noticed it but didn't make a sound yet. He moved his head down to hide the little smile that started to form on his lips. He felt like a little schoolboy.
Their footsteps didn't slow down until Marcel found them facing in front of a door that Lincoln unlocked and brought him in.
'Where are we?' Marcel asked, ignoring his silent streak.
'My art room. Do you like it?' Lincoln said as he looked around the room which made Marcel do the same.
As Marcel scanned the area he noticed a bunch of canvases on the floor scattered around, some with half painted pictures and some were blank. On the walls were framed paint
