"You suck at it," Sarrie commented on the drawing you just made, it was a portrait of her sitting under an oak tree. Reaching out one hand with a frown, "Give it to me, I'll keep it so that your mother wouldn't throws it away because it's too ugly to be on your walls."

All your drawings are good, everyone praises them. But only your childhood friend always comments on whatever you do. Saying she will save every portrait you make so that other people can't see rubbish, she said.

Meanwhile, you know very well that every sketch of yours is on the every wall of her room. Too shy to say that she likes your drawing, and you know her too well to know words are different from actions.