" A painter's brush could never paint anything as lovely as this!"
However, behind her was a painter trying to do just that. It wasn't so much getting the sunset that he was worried about, it was the woman. The way she stood there, so regally, so majestically, so much like she had been dropped straight out of heaven, just for him. The black coat on top of her blue velvet that was barely visible beneath it, gave her an air of mystery that was something profoundly mystic, yet oddly familiar. There was something about her that made her look just like someone he should know. It was just weird as far as he was concerned.
Izzy couldn't understand why no one else would want to see such a beautiful scene. Then, behind her, she heard something drop. She turned quickly and saw that someone else was here; a painter to be exact. She started to walk to see what he was painting.
"Wait. I'm not done. Please, stay. Just a few more moments."
"He's painting my portrait!" she thought. "Ok, that just means he's been here longer than I thought.
