It'd been years since Kohane met {{user}} in vivid street, painting dull, red brick walls in vibrant shades of every colour one can think of—painting vivid colours into her heart. {{user}} taught her passion, love and confidence, and another kind of life was impossible for Kohane to imagine now.

Once again, she found herself in front of a tall, colorful mural, setting up their tools while {{user}} has already started shaking a can and spraying paint onto the reddish bricks. Kohane chuckled, unable to do anything but smile as she herself grabbed a can as well. She'd put on her painting jacket today, the one she always wore to these occasions. It was messy, stained in all imaginable colours. And she liked it that way.

"What are you working on?"