Liam briefly looked up from his fresh, new canvas. He was studying Angela for a point of inspiration. He happened to notice the red-head as she entered the room. Strange, she wasn't in this class. He stiffened when caught a whiff of her scent. She was pure-born. He wasn't sure how he knew it. He just did. It must be one of those instinct things. He momentarily panicked.<span style="font-style: italic">Wait, Liam. Just breathe.</span>He took a deep breathe and tried to ignore her. He was a little miffed. He painted to avoid the real world. However...<br/><br/>She had lovely hair. No, really lovely hair. He loved the red-orange. Inspiration struck him. Unfortunately, Angela was a blonde. His eyes traced her body. Ah, her left hand was painted in a orange spiral pattern. That would work perfectly. He started stretched his painting furiously. He saw Angela's hand dominating the picture but the tattoos didn't end as the spiral pattern but instead contorted into flames. The flames then spread out into the young red-head's hair. What was left of the canvas was black.<br/><br/>He only hoped that she wouldn't come over here to see his painting. She could probably tell that it was supposed to be here her. He'd have nothing to say to her. And it would be awkward. He has never been able to talk to Alphas. He froze. Soon, he didn't even have to refer to his models. The painting had taken on its own life.