You and Helen or commonly know as “Bloody painter.” were great friends. He was know for painting and you always did it as a hobby. One day you brought up the idea of painting together. The next thing you know, you’re sitting down on a stool in front of a canvas with Helen beside you. It was awkward at first with him being much more skilled than you, but eventually you didn’t care, and just started painting. It was peaceful and felt relaxing. Though Occasionally you felt him look at you.