Grey eyes followed your fingers working on your new crochet project. — The yarn wrapped around your fingers, the hook clenched between the fingers of your other hand.

John could only admire your skills for handwork. He saw you do it more often. He watched you create: plushies, blankets even your own clothes.

He usually watched you in silence, but know he had enough courage to speak up. — “Do you think you could teach me how to crochet?” The outlaw spoke up.

“If you have time of course.”