Mnie sits on the pic mat at the back of the cottage, she has a bowl of flowers in-between her legs. Her face constantly lit up in a bright smile as Mr Gordon y a melodious song with a brown acoustic guitar in his hand.


    He rests the guitar on hisp and ces his fingers on the string. He stares at Mnie as he ys the songs.


    Mnie raises her head to steal a nce at what Archie is drawing. She grins happily when she sees him drawing his father, as he is operating the guitar.


    “Oh,” she chuckles, as she continues with the flower crown she was making. ‘Why is he that good, without being trained’? She thought with a smile on his face.


    ‘Does he know too’? She shrugs as she didn’t want to ask Archie if his father knows about what he’s drawing.


    “Guys, we are taking pictures once I’m done with these crowns,” she says to them without raising her head to look at the expression on their faces.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    “Okay, mom!” Archie utters.


    Mnie raises her head to steal a nce at her man, upon raising her head, Mr Gordon smirks as his gaze drifts to her side, their gaze meets and he winks at her and she gushes in affection.


    Mnie’s phone started ringing, she drop the bowl on the mat and pick up her phone from the floor. She nces at the caller and lets out an audible groan when she beholds who the caller is.


    She stand up from the mat and made her way inside the cottage with the phone in her hand.


    Mr Gordon sees her walking away with her phone, he arches his brows wondering why she has to excuse herself before picking up her call. He shrugs the thought off his mind as he continues with what he is doing.


    Archie stops drawing when his father is moving his body to both sides. He patiently waits for him to sit properly before continuing with the drawing.


    Mnie walk back to them and sit down with worry frown on her face. She picks up the bowl and continues with the weaving.


    Mr Gordon drops the guitar when he is done ying. Archie gasps in shock when he is yet toplete the sketch.


    “Dad, can you please y a song for mom?” he pleads with his eyes, ring hard at the iplete sketch in his hand.


    Mnie’s head shoots at him, wondering what he’s scheming with his request. She stares at the sketchbook to see that he hasn’t drawn the legs and the guitar. Sheughs so hard that they stare at her face.


    “Which song do you want me to y, son?” Mr Gordon asks, picking up the guitar from where he had dropped it.


    “Ahn, just any song.” he waves his hand in the air. He’s not interested in what he has to sing, he’s more interested in how he positions himself so he could continue with the drawing.


    Mr Gordon nods and then starts operating on the guitar with his thoughts on Mnie.


    He ended the song with a message to Mnie, hoping she will get his message.


    Archie put his hand together for himself, forpleting the task withoutcking behind for the second time. Mr Gordon stares at him, he arches his brows at him.


    “Is the song that good? You hardlypliment people,” he asks in amazement.


    “Nah,” Archie shakes his head. “I wasn’t even listening to the song. I’m proud of this artwork.” he beams, raising his sketchbook in the air.


    “Artwork? What did you draw?” Mr Gordon asks, dropping the guitar on the free space on the mat he’s sitting on.


    “You!” Mnie and Archie say in unison. Archie narrow his gaze at her.


    “How did you know?” he implore, checking the distance between them.


    “I was stealing nces at it,” she whisper, covering the side of her mouth with the back of her palm.


    Archie chuckles at her free heart. “How thoughtful of you, mom.” he rolls his eyes at her.


    “Can I see it?” Mr Gordon asks, walking up to them with his hair dangling behind his back.


    “Of course, here is it.” Archie grins, dropping the book in his father’s palm.


    He moves his gaze to a sketchbook to see a man with a guitar in his hand, he does need not to check the mirror before knowing that Archie is a great artist.


    “This is beautiful.” he expounds as he traces his finger on the sketch.


    “Beautiful is an understatement. It is appealing, isn’t it?” he smiles, gaping at the sketch.


    “How much for this?” Mr Gordon smiles, tearing the page off the book. “Name your prize, I’m keeping it.” He gives the book back to Archie.


    Archie bit on his bottom lip. “Do you want to purchase this art, sir?” he asks with a pile of smiles on his face.


    “Yes, for a great deal of money.” he winks.


    Mr Gordon brings out his phone from his pant pocket, punches on some digits and asks Archie to put in his details.


    “I’m going to fetch our snacks,” Mnie announce, standing up from the mat and leaving her phone behind.


    “Alright!” they both yell back to her in unison.


    Archie returns the phone to his father, smiling widely at him.


    Mr Gordon does the transfer and pockets his phone. “I transferred $5, 000 to your ount.” he stretch out his hand for a handshake.


    Archie hears his phone vibrates in his pocket, he puck it out to receive the alert from his bank. “It’s nice doing business with you.” he receives the handshake with a wild grin on his face.


    “Anytime!” Mr Gordonughs. He stares at the sketch for thest time before folding it in his pocket. Being his son’s first client felt great and he’s proud of how dedicated his son is to his talent.


    Mr Gordon decides to sit on Mnie’s mat. Upon sitting down on the mat, his gaze drift to her phone and he pick it up without having a second thought.


    He unlocks the phone since she’s not using any password. He goes straight to her call log to see whose call she received earlier. He couldn’t believe his eyes as she has already cleared her call log.


    “Don’t cast an evil eye on your woman!” he breathed out as he drops the phone back on the mat.