Jarrod's POV:
We find a new routine, a happier one. I work - although I keep asking Tallulah if we can just take off somewhere.
She draws every day, sometimes in one of the city's many parks, other times at home but more often than not, wherever I am.
I'm her favourite subject and it's safe to say, she does wonders for my ego. She loves trying to catch my likeness but the perfectionist in her says she hasn't gotten it yet.
I disagree. I think her drawings of me look better than I actually look but there's no telling her that.
I love it when she visits me at work, sitting opposite me, sketchbook and pencil in hand. I use the time we're together to catch up on paperwork but really, I'm watching her, watch me.
"What you drawing?" I ask, although I already know the answer.
"You," she replies. Her smile tells me she knows there's no point in denying it. I've seen her sketchbook.