It is the end of the Autumn season.Some people are sitting in the park some are walking and so on . the birds are sitting on the tree and singing there their lovely song. The tree was very big and near the tree she sit alone on the bench unaware of her surrounding to much focus on her painting.Hour passed people came and got but she is still sitting in the bench.The brush in her and paper in her lap.After some minute the park is suddenly full of noise.people are murmuring more like worshipping his name but does he care nah.He come there after his friend force him to come to park.They were talking until she caught his attention.The wind brush her hair from her face and she didn't flinch her dark brown eyes when sunlight caught in her eyes turning them gold for a second some stain of color on her hand and look like she love it.And her messy hair bun.she was so focusing on her painting that she didn't care bout her surrounding looked like she is living in her own world. He looked at her from the far and slowly take his step towards her as if there was a string of thread that is pulling him towards her leaving his friend behind not hearing what the were saying.slowly he sat next to her on the bench without making any noise and he looked at her without blinking more like worshipping her thinking She is the Art herself yet she is artist. After finishing her painting she felt someone presence and slowly look at him for a second the eyes meet.Finally she took his breath away the almond dark brown eyes and the little mole on her cheek her little cute nose and plumpy lip. She just smiled quickly maybe nervously not knowing what to do and she quickly put all her stuff in her bag .And finally the devil fall in love the stare was making her uncomfortable and awkward so she was trying to put all her stuff in her bag. Suddenly he smirk as his thought were screaming one sentenced (No DON'T LET HER SLIP AWAY SHE IS THE ART THAT IS ONLY TO HAVE IN YOUR MEASEUM(that is heart) NOT FOR OTHERS.
