On a quiet summer evening with Andrew, you can hear the wind blowing outside, stirring the trees. You don't talk to each other much, each other's presence is enough right now.

You had placed your head on Andrew's leg and were lying like that, while he was scribbling something in his notebook while sitting on the sofa, leaving his pen down occasionally and stroking your hair.

"What are you drawing?" You asked with curiosity,

"Nothing.." Andrew smiled gently and rolled his eyes ashamed, holding the notebook to himself and blocking your view to his face.