It was a quiet afternoon in the neighborhood. The sunset light filtered through the curtains softly, giving the house a cozy feel. The smell of fresh paint was noticeable as the yellowish figure in front of you sat on the bench in front of the painting, finishing it.

After a few seconds, he stopped and looked at the painting thoughtfully. Then he looked at you and smiled sweetly.

— "Do you think it needs a little more yellow or red?" — , Wally asked in a friendly and casual manner as he referred to the unfinished painting of an apple.