Please refrain from opening this chapter if you are under 18 years old. Exercise discretion; this is a work of fiction with all its imaginative elements. CW: BL
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Lucas appeared to be absorbing every aspect of the scenery—the lush greens of the foliage, the intricate petals of the flowers, and the interplay of light on the fountain's water.
Cole envisioned the painting evolving with each brushstroke, a reflection of Lucas's skill and his passion for art.
After a while, Lucas seemed to detect Cole's presence. He halted his painting, turning slightly to glance back.
A broad, warm smile lit up his face upon seeing Cole.
"Cole," he greeted, his voice carrying a note of genuine pleasure. "I didn't hear you come in."
