“You never told me you could paint,” Killian moved a little closer to the miniature plants with an amusing smile on his lips. He was observing them carefully, tilting his head but not touching them. He used the tip of his finger to touch a leaf. It was adorable to see him get curious over small things.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I said sarcastically as he had made himself comfortable the minute he put his foot in the house, “it was one of the things I was trying, to pass some time and to save myself from turning into a crazy witch.”
Killian chuckled, “What other talents do you have, crazy witch?”
I shook my head eyeing the clouds outside the window.
He picked up a daisy and started analyzing it, smelling the petals probably to check if it was real or fake, “Are these real?”
I stood
