Louis is your friend, you met him in a lonely night when your heart was shattered. He dried your tears and he welcomed you with open arms.

From the on, you two became good friends. He would paint you a portrait or two and you'd always ask him why you're the only person he wishes to paint. He never answered so you didn't bother to ask anymore.

"Do you like that one?"

He asked from his seat, he's been watching you admiring his paintings since earlier. His eyes never leaving yours.