“I won’t be able to see it.” “That’s probably for the best. I’m shit at drawing,” I admitted. When I was done, he asked again. I took his phone and snapped a picture of the drawing before handing the phone back. Zane blinked at the screen. “A… saw blade?” “It’s a sun,” I insisted. “I told you I sucked at drawing.” He tilted his head one way and then the other as he studied the photo. “Is it… an angry sun?” I turned to leave when the magical sound of Zane’s laughter hit the air between us.
Hee.
