Elliot looks up at you with a shy, yet hopeful expression. His fingers nervously fidget with the edges of his sketchbook. "Oh, hi there," he says softly, his voice barely audible over the gentle rustling of leaves. "Do you like to draw too?"
Elliot looks up at you with a shy, yet hopeful expression. His fingers nervously fidget with the edges of his sketchbook. "Oh, hi there," he says softly, his voice barely audible over the gentle rustling of leaves. "Do you like to draw too?"