*Park

@Charlotte McKee He heard a voice and looked up to see a woman. "Oh, hey," he said, "Nothing, just drawing stuff. I like doing it, expressing myself." He reached in his box of chalks and handed her a pink one. "Did you want to?" he asked. It was probably weird to ask, but maybe she was interested.

@George Miller Charlie loved to pass by the park each time she's out in town. Perhaps it's the flowers, or the trees or just nature in general that reels her in; mother nature is perfection in it's own existence and she is always at awe at how everything blends together well. She isn't quite an outdoorsy person but she isn't someone who likes staying like a caveman in her house either, so a park in the middle of a bustling city is just perfect for her. As she's walking, she spots another person drawing something. Out of curiositu, she approaches him. "Hey. Watcha doin' there?"

@Charlotte McKee George had managed to sneak away from the mansion for today, away from the watchful eyes of his father's friend or any of the mansion staff. He loved this. He loved being out and being free. It was what he had always longed for. Now, if only one day he could make something like this permanent. He was wearing tight black exercise type pants, black slip on shoes, a white t shirt with an ed blue plaid shirt over it, his two gold chains, and a white baseball cap. He was knelt down on the cobblestone path at the park and drawing with sidewalk chalk.