I love you

Vespera sighed as she watched Alaric's cheerful face. She lowered her head to focus on her meal, wondering what this guy was up to. He'd been hanging around her place so much lately. Wouldn't Elowen be upset?

After dinner, Vespera headed to her studio, intent on working on her latest piece. But just like last night, inspiration eluded her. An hour passed, and she hadn't managed to sketch anything worthwhile. Frustrated, she ran her fingers through her hair and stepped out to grab some water. Alaric couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her.

"What's so funny?" Vespera snapped, glaring at him.

Alaric pointed at her head. "Your hair," he said, grinning.

Vespera glanced in the mirror and groaned. Her once-neat bun had come completely undone, with stray strands falling around her face. Somehow, a pencil had found its way into the mess. She looked like a total disaster.

Rolling her eyes at Alaric, she grabbed her water and started back to her room. "Artist's block?" he called after her.