The charming brunette settles into the veranda, picking up his sketchbook and pencil he had left earlier on the table facing his armchair. The alpha remains seated, leaning back against the chair, legs crossed with the left foot's ankle resting on the right knee. He holds his sketch with one hand while peacefully drawing with the other, tracing the curves of his drawing.
The blonde woman in the distance, on the other hand, simply waits a few seconds to ensure he is indeed far away and not testing her. She swallows hard out of caution before summoning her courage and turning to glance at her mentor. Once her gaze fully rests on him, Lenore coughs slightly, feeling her cheeks burn from within.