She finally glanced up, pencil hovering. "You're not an artist."
"You're staring," she said, not looking up from her sketchbook. vick (aka vincent) and viola from teenburg
She held his gaze. "Good."
The Difference Between Sparks and Wildfires She finally glanced up, pencil hovering
And for the first time that evening, Vincent—not Vick the ghost, not Vick the shadow—smiled like he meant it. She finally glanced up
"No." He pushed off the jungle gym and ambled over, dropping onto the bench across from her. "I'm the guy who steals the art before anyone sees it."