A smile sprawled over Sophie's lips as she examined the sunset he'd just painted, the bridge overlooking a glassy river, the couple strolling down an autumn-strewn road.
She traced her fingers over the last one. "Is that us?"
Keefe bashfully pulled the parchment away. "If you want it to be."
Sophie grinned slightly when she noticed the blush creeping up Keefe's cheeks. "Can I keep it?"
"I dunno. Wouldn't you prefer this one?" He pointed to a rough sketch of himself; it portrayed his chiseled jaw, his artfully mussed hair, his smug smirk.
"Nah." She smiled, resting a gentle hand on his chest as she kissed his soft lips. "I have a better version."