Her sanctuary.

He was slightly lost. But they all thought he was just clumsy. Being a 19 year old boy barely finding his steps in life, no one ever really took time to listen to him in that small art studio shared by two close friends, who secretly wanted more in their relationship. No one ever really listened to him at all. Charley Dreamer just loved to watch his elder brother, Church and his elder brothers female friend, Sam, paint. But he never once tried to paint or even maybe learn. He just loved how their brushes of different sizes made contact with their canvas with mixed colors.

He was small. Maybe 5'9, at least not tiny. Curly dark brown hair. Curious hazel eyes and light caramel skin that attracted a very grumpy old man.