"Is the drawing ready?" Stuart Truman didn't respond to Keira Leaf's words but focused on the white paper in her hand and asked.
Keira Leaf nodded, handing over the drawing to Stuart Truman with some nervousness, "Could you take a look? It's my first time drawing... I don't know how good it is?"
Stuart Truman took the drawing from Keira Leaf's hand, staring at his own figure on the white paper, lost in thought.
Keira Leaf's brushwork was still a bit immature, her grip not very steady, so her lines would sometimes tremble, but as Joshua Sulliven said, its resemblance was striking enough that one could immediately recognize the person in the drawing as himself.
Stuart Truman gazed at his eyes in the drawing, his expression softened a bit, because reflected in those eyes was a blurred figure, and that figure was none other than Keira Leaf.
"The resemblance is uncanny," Stuart Truman spoke softly.
