"The last supper Jesus took before his crucifixion," Sera mumbled as she marveled at the famous painting by Da Vinci. She had always been an admirer of art; it was magic. Brushstrokes blurring the line between illusion and reality. The painting was so evocative, she could literally imagine it happening before her eyes. A moment frozen in time.
"Beautiful?" he murmured from behind, startling her. She nodded.
"Its fame is well-deserved," she said, gazing at the painting with nothing but warm admiration. Her own fingers had started to itch to paint. She hadn't painted in nine years.
"I can have this recreated for you back home," Nate offered, unconsciously stepping closer. The softness and awe in her eyes were stirring a warm, fuzzy feeling inside him. If not for it painted on the wall, he would have acquired it by any means, bought it, stolen it, whatever it took just to place it in her hand.
She looked over at him, "You can't recreate it.." After saying that, she looked back at the
