Usually Nella didn’t spend too much time on one piece, she painted what she felt at the moment and as the moment passed she picked up something else. For some reason, the girl across the way was different. She could sit by the window and paint and watch the girl and always find something new to add. The way her hair hair was so nice in its careless fashion, the way Nella sometimes saw her lips curve up like smiling to her - which of course she didn’t, why would she look at Nella like she looked at her?<br/><br/>At some point she had focused on her painting so deeply that she almost forgot what she was painting. When Nella next glanced at the window, the girl had lit another cigarette, and Nella could swear that she had taken a glance at the painting. The thought made her blush slightly, and for whatever reason she moved it slightly better for her to view the portrait. It was as detailed as it could be from the distance, but it was clear that this wasn’t the -first- time she’d watched the girl. The focus was clearly on the girl, especially her face, and not so much on the background. The important part.<br/><br/>It was a nice thought, that they were somehow together in this.<br/><br/>Nella felt a raindrop on her arm as the wind blew it in, and she shivered and turned towards the window. She was alone again, the window was shut and there was no one there. Somehow it made her feel<i>lonely</i>, something she has never really felt. Alone, yes, but that suited her well. As she leaned to close the window, she saw something written on a note by the window across.<br/><br/>Have a nice day? Nella heard herself laugh quietly and she bit her lip for a moment, thinking. She left the window slightly ajar and sprinted to her desk, scribbling on a post-it note and glued it on the lower right corner of the painting, moving it so it’s visible from the other window. She closed the window tightly but pulled the curtains from the way before returning to her chores.<br/><br/><i>Do you like it? :)</i>