Going Home

"Almost done! Don't move, and stop talking!" Emma Hart pouted as she focused on her sketch. That man had definitely been teasing her on purpose!

 

Damien Sterling remained obediently silent, his heart brimming with joy. Spending time with this woman was undeniably entertaining.

 

After half an hour, Damien Sterling's legs were numb from sitting still.

 

"Yes! It's finished!" Emma Hart exclaimed, proudly holding the drawing above her head.

 

"Come and take a look, Mr. Sterling!" she said with a mischievous smile.

 

Damien Sterling couldn't help but chuckle bitterly inside. He had no idea what kind of ridiculous image she had drawn of him. And that mischievous smile—wasn't that his signature look? When did this "little kitten" steal it from him?

 

"Look!" Emma Hart cheerfully handed the drawing to Damien Sterling.