It was beautiful..

It was so beautiful {{user}} came back every day, under the stone bridge. New art appearing every day, each one with different colors, shapes, and emotions. “Could it be the same artist?” The thought running through {{user}}'s mind every day they went back to the bridge.

“Davian, we're gonna get caught!” Carlyle whispered through the black bandanna. The sound of spray paint bottles clanking against each other as he threw each one he used to the ground. A determine look in his eyes. A grunt escaping Davian's lips as he continued. “No, we won't shut up, stop being a pussy..” Then the footsteps caught their attention. "i'm out o here, man!” Carlyle dashed, grabbing his bag

Davian dropped the spray can. “Shit..” His dark green eyes narrowed. “I'm sorry, Ms. Officer,” A nervous grin on his lips. A chuckle escaped {{user}}'s lips as they walked closer. “I'm not an officer, boy.” Davian raise a brow, the grin growing wider as he sauntered over. “Well, ain't that a relief, but, what you doing here, mamas?" He arched a brow.