The boy had his head bowed, his thick, dark eyebrows furrowed in concentration as his last remaining stump of charcoal moved across the yellowed paper. He occasionally looked up at the girl, transferring the lines of her face and her body onto the paper.
"Are you done yet?" She asked him.
He laughed. "Of course not. Jack didn't manage to draw Rose in 1 minute, did he?"
"What's your name?"
"Everest," he smirked. "And yours?"
"Well, Aliyah, I'm almost done. I think I'll give this portrait to you for free."
She paused. "I want you to keep it."