** Harper **
"Well, my middle school and her elementary school," Eli clarified. "Wow, that does sound like so long ago."
"And my painting skills have not improved at all since then." Harper leveled her brush over Eli's cheek again. "Speaks for this man's bravery that he lets me use his face as a playground."
Chelsea cocked her head. "Actually, I didn't know you could draw at all. You haven't done much art in college."
"She used to draw plenty as a kid," Eli chimed in casually. "In very creative ways, such as painting her avatar on my t-shirt with pasta sauce—"
"Pretty sure that was tomato soup," Harper corrected him. "And Eli, stop grinning, I can't draw straight lines if your face keeps moving!"
