Fine snow fell from the sky.
Jake saw a snowflake melting immediately and becoming a small glistening drop of water when it landed on Jess slightly reddish nose when he raised his head.
“I don't think we can go for archery now.” Jess pointed out. “Let’s just go home.”
They got up and were ready to leave when a man wearing a thick wool hat jogged to Jess while holding a piece of paper. No, it's not. It was actually a drawing.
A pencil sketch of Jess.
In the drawing, Jess face was slightly tilted as he spoke with Jake, smiling. Jess was taken aback. Does he look like that whenever he is looking or talking to Jake?
This gentle?
He didn’t know.
The artist said, “Fifty pounds.”
Jess handed the sketch back. “It’s too expensive. No thank you."
The sketch was suddenly snatched over. “I’
