Molly had been shading the bowl of fruit Eastman had set up for them, but her pencil had needed sharpening so she'd gone to the sharpener to do just that. On her way back, she passed Ciaran Stoyanov. Glancing curiously down at his paper on her route, she was startled enough to stop.

Her jean clad legs would have been in his line of sight if he glanced up from his paper, though her presence would have been difficult to ignore. Her face took on a bright red hue as she gaped at his drawing. "I..." She wasn't sure what she was trying to say. Telling him it was inappropriate seemed trite, but it looked a lot more like pornography than art to her.