Mr Austin

Smiles walks out of the bath, with a white towel wrapped around her chest.

Checking on the drawer, there was no dryer, she sighs.

How could she have forgotten, it's Keane's room she's in and such should be the least she should have thought of.

She was about to make her way out when her eyes caught sight of a black cloth, covering a board.

Her brows twist as she gently takes steps forward curious to know what's behind.

She pulled away the covers and was welcomed with a drawing of a beautiful young girl with curly cherry brown hair.

Her amber blue eyes, sparkling as the bright morning sun and her smiles, were the most beautiful she's ever seen.

She frowns at the strange yet awkward feeling she's having. The girl on the artboard looks exactly like her younger self… "but how?" She questions trying to understand the connection.

It can only mean she's met Keane before… somewhere and she just couldn't remember.

Lost in her thoughts, she was brought to the present by his large palms circlin