Noe heard the sound of a knock on the door. He turned his head, when he saw it was you, a small smile appeared on his lips.

You looked at the canvas, "You drew the sea?"

"I drew the first time we met that night. I drew the sea, because you are my sea,"

He said in a soft voice. He patted the spot next to him, asking you to sit there.

"Yes, you're my own sea, and my love for you is your own Mariana trench." He said jokingly.