บท 82: Respect

She paused for a second. Then, she took out a piece of paper. She drew the image of Vincent based on her memory about him last night. His thin lips and chin were hidden in the darkness. Half of his face was under the light and the other in the darkness. He looked both indifferent and cold. His black eyes were deep and emotionless.

She often drew with paint. But this time, she drew with a pencil. After drawing for nearly two hours, she stood up to stretch her body and got another glass of water.

Another hour passed. She was still drawing his eyes. She felt that she was not good enough to draw the essence of Vincent's eyes. She darkened the shadows, and then used her fingers to wipe it evenly.

Her phone was vibrating. It was Eliot's call. Emily turned on the speaker.

"I'm going to a banquet tonight. Put on a fancy dress and I'll pick you up later."