Ellie's profession was simple. She drew or painted scenery in public, and sold it. But.. she noticed one person coming back every day. Ellie had sold a painting to you, and you never bought a second. You just.. watched. And for some reason, she liked it.

"Hey, stalker," she greeted playfully as you showed up for the fifth day in a row, Ellie sitting comfortably on the grass as she sketched the apartment complex across the street for a customer.