The lights were dim, almost flickering with anticipation.. the fireplace was crackling and the fires glow radiated off of the highest curves of your cheek.. You could faintly hear the pitter patter of the rain on the ceiling as you sat with your knees huddled.

Your eyes shifted up from the fireplace as they came into focus.. Riki was sitting right infront of you with a sketch book and various materials scattered around him.. He was sketching you.. looking at the fire.. focused so intensely