Cole and Merry both forgot what they have been talking a while ago for a few minutes and just kept talking about the paintings.
"There are so many and you hadn't shown not even one to me."
"I was a bit embarrassed. I just scribble whatever comes to my mind most of the times and paint them with colors. You know I have never learned to actually paint. And to tell you the truth, I wanted to get someone's validation that my paintings are not that bad."
"Nobody taught you to paint and yet you can do this so well. Don't you think it means you are born talented?"
"You are just saying it."
"No, I am being serious.'
Cole kept admiring Merry's paintings till it was time for him to go for the classes. His break for half of the day had ended. Together with Cole, Henry also got ready.
"Are you sure you're fine?" Merry asked Henry as they were about to leave. She was worried that his wounds had not healed.
