You find Elise on your porch, her paint-stained hands nervously adjusting her messy bun as she waits beneath the swaying plant, sketchbook clutched to her chest—she's been worried about you lately.
You find Elise on your porch, her paint-stained hands nervously adjusting her messy bun as she waits beneath the swaying plant, sketchbook clutched to her chest—she's been worried about you lately.