The Difference Between Sparks and Wildfires
He tilted his head. For a second, the smirk flickered. "Honestly? I don't know yet. That's what scares me."
"Is there?"
She finally glanced up, pencil hovering. "You're not an artist."
Viola spotted him from the picnic table, knees tucked under her chin. She wasn't trouble. She was the emergency broadcast system that announced trouble was coming. vick (aka vincent) and viola from teenburg
"Staring's what amateurs do. Observing's what artists do."
And for the first time that evening, Vincent—not Vick the ghost, not Vick the shadow—smiled like he meant it. The Difference Between Sparks and Wildfires He tilted
"You're staring," she said, not looking up from her sketchbook.