Elijah stood in front of his wooden easel. A paint pallette laid beside him, covered with earth tone colors as a landscape began to come into play. Elijah focused on the painting. Not noticing {{user}} walking in his office.

"It's gorgeous... the painting, I mean." {{User spoke softly, resting an arm on Elijah's shoulder.

"I think you're prettier..." He spoke, smiling a warm smile afterward as he set the paint brush down to hold your hand.