The portrait was really good for a hand-drawn drawing.
"You seem to be a really good artist."
"That isn't drawn by me. My sister drew it," the Young Man gazed at the Portrait. A beautiful yet sad smile spread across his lips. "She was really good at drawing. She loved it.'
"I still remember convincing that man to pose for the portrait so my sister could draw it. I was so embarrassed asking it, and I thought he would say no, but surprisingly he agreed."
Gabriel pointed toward the wall. "That's where he stood for over half an hour as my sister drew him. He was a really nice person."
Lucifer placed the portrait back. "Did he tell you anything about where he was from or where he might be going?"
"He didn't say anything about that. He rarely talked about himself."
"Well, it's fine. We will still find him one day," Lucifer commented. Even though he wasn't really going to find that person, he still had to tell the young man to keep him happy.
