He nodded, and left the room and quickly returned with her pencil case and sketchbook. “Here you go…” Jack handed them to her, before he brought in one of his easels, which had a canvas on it. The picture was one for work, a couple and a dog, being repainted bigger, with more detail to the fur, clothes, faces, and hair. The usual.
He also had his paints with him, and set them all up on a little stand so the dogs couldn’t get to it. Jack sits on the floor, the easel lowered to enable him to do so, and began to paint.
She watched him mostly, hand on the sketchbook Alice gave her which was almost full of failed drawings. He always looked so engrossed when he worked and it was nice to observe how concentrated he was.
“I thought you’d work on something else, to be honest, considering the thoughts you said were running through your head.”
“I do, but I like my painting most.” Jack replied with a smile, glancing over his shoulder at her. “I need to relax, and working on something familiar is better for me.”
Jack Maple 