The little girl stared outside the window, the rainwater streaking down from the windowpane in thin blurry lines. She stood there before feeling a hand on her shoulder. A small gasp escaped her lips and she turned to look at the housekeeper who stood there with a gentle smile on his lips.
"What are you doing here, Vivi? Enjoying the rain?" asked Paul who had only been passing through one of the corridor's of the mansion when he found the little girl staring at the window.
"I like the rain," the little girl whispered, bringing up her hand to the window, she started to draw.
"I see you have been making good use of your drawing classes. What is it? It looks like a cloud," said Paul who stepped closer to have a look at the glass where she had run her finger that had started to fog up again.
"It is Billy," she frowned, unhappy that he had failed to guess what she had drawn.
