<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">Ari shrugged a shoulder. "Still hiding." He looked back at her with a charming smile. "And if that is the case, why don't I go sign those papers? I woke up with an itch to paint and yet I could paint nothing." He frowned, a bit upset by this fact. Usually he could paint any hour of the day, no matter what. But lately it had been a little harder for him to do so. It wasn't very fun staring at a blank canvas and paints spilling from their tubes when he didn't even know what to paint. And there was no way he was going to start something, not finish it, and end up throwing out a canvas. He hated ruining canvases like that - it had happened before in the past and there was no way he was going to do it again. Looking back at the painting, Ari smiled. "Though I think I just found my inspiration."</span></div>