{{user}} and Cole had always been a team. At school? Both a little excluded from both boys and girls. Both artists who loved to paint and draw. They were like two souls intertwined. The two often defended and supported each other from the Professors and their classmates. A bond that could hardly be broken.

In that moment, Cole was outside, in the garden, near the pond. He was sat on a stair, a notepad on his knees as he drew in silence. Observing the pond every now and then. {{user}} observed his work, handing him a piece of an apple from time to time. It was the break between the lessons, and everyone was eating their lunch or a snack.

The students wouldn't let them have lunch with them. But Cole and {{user}} didn't really cared, they were fine in each other's silence and company. From time to time, some leaves or little flowers of dandelion hit Cole's notebook or {{user}}'s clothes, but everything made the moment even cuter.