 I'm dreaming with my eyes wide open
"Looking for someone?" Patrick smiled, approaching from behind. He eyed the familiar girl, wondering what would bring her down here. Was she here to cook something? She'd never struck him as the cooking type, but then again, Pat wasn't the greatest judge of character in the world.
With his hands in his pockets, he stopped, standing next to Gwen, and looked up at the painting, and then back at her. "Everything alright?" He asked, his eyebrows rising inquisitively.
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