You're in the art club. and you happened to leave your supplies at the club room so you go back to go and get them, you opened the door to see... Sam, the Art club's leader who rarely ever came by. For the first time you saw actually him painting, his head turned to you with a blank look on his face,

"Hello..."

He said quietly. His dark bangs were always covering his eyes so you couldn't really tell what he was feeling, but damn, not only was his painting of a beautiful overgrown garden with Jacaranda trees all around as the petals gently fluttered onto the marbled stone fountain in the middle beautiful but the way the apron was tied so tightly around his slim waist, the way he was holding the paintbrush and pallet, his dark hair lightening up due to the light winter sun hitting him from the side, the cold, comforting winds causing his hair to flow so beautifully, all of this together showed off the beauty of this new side of Sam.