IF I COULD…

“Here?” He pointed his hand at the door and the lady answered him.

“You may leave.”

He pushed the door open after the woman had walked away and he entered the room slowly.

This room was one of the biggest rooms in his house and also the one that had the most lighting.

When he first built this house ten years ago, he had made it his room because of how huge it was and the natural lighting from the sun and the air that comes in every day.

After, he refurbished his house and moved to the quarter upstairs.

He walked gently, enough to not make noise, and then stared at the back side of the woman who was focused on her painting.

He stretched his head to check the painting and when he caught a glimpse of it, he raised his brows in amazement.

About two months ago, he had come across her work and had gotten about three different pieces of them because he loved them.

He was a huge lover of art and he recognized one when he saw them.

Under the pseudonym ‘Nabi’, Payton had made several paintings u