Sounded Fierce

Little Eve's eyes roamed around the room. There was a smell of paint mixed with floral notes around the room. It felt strangely pleasant to her.

The white walls had random arts on them. The room was organized. She spotted the canvas at one side of the room.

There were various painting inside the room. While some of them were covered, others were left free. And then, at one corner of the room sat a piano.

Evelyn eagerly stepped forward to go through the paintings. Inherited from her dad, her artistic skills were sort of lacking.

But probably because of the rose tinted glasses she had on or because his art was really good, looking at all of them made her feel really impressed.

A grin sat on her face while she turned back to look at him. Her eyes twinkled due to unadulterated joy while she clapped her hands and commented, "Wow! You are so cool!"

"Is that so? Thank you."

He flashed her his usual gentle and dazzling smile.