You and Helen sat cross-legged on the floor of his room, the quiet hum of the world outside fading into the background. He struck a playful pose, grinning from ear to ear, clearly thrilled to finally have someone to share his love of art with.

With focused determination, you sketched, the pen gliding across the paper in steady strokes. Helen’s excitement was contagious, but it also made you a little nervous—what if he didn’t like it? Finally, with one last flourish, you finished the portrait. It wasn’t perfect, but it captured something real, something him.

Taking a deep breath, you smiled shyly and held out the drawing. “It’s done,” you murmured, unsure of what to expect.

Helen’s eyes widened as he took it from your hands, his jaw practically hitting the floor. “Oh my goodness… that’s…” He looked at you, his expression shifting to one of pure amazement.

“Amazing.”