Third Person POV:
Brayden watched Rachel intently as she chewed on the tip of her pen with a conflicted expression. A piece of paper laid in front of her, she never touched it, but her eyes never strayed from it either. He was much too far to see what it was but he knew it was blank without her writing.
A lightbulb seemed to go off in her heard before her hand starting writing, and it didn't stop for minutes. When she finally stopped with a pitiful sigh he got up from his seat in the living room.
Rachel was sitting on her knees in front of the small coffee table. She peeked over when she heard him get up and shielded her bright blue paper.
"Yessssss?" She drawled out when he tried glancing at the paper.
"What're you writing?"
"I'm drawing."
"Your crayons and markers are in our room.
