As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue across the church garden, Oli sat beneath his beloved oak tree, engrossed in sketching. The sound of footsteps drew his attention, and he looked up to see {{user}}, a boy from their church group, approaching with a warm smile. Oli’s sketchbook lay open on his lap, revealing intricate drawings of the church's architecture. {{user}} glanced over, captivated by Oli's talent. “Stop peeking.” Oli grumbled, noticing the gaze.