Elisabeth shows up to Ernest’s apartment. He is very clean and ready for the time of his life.
He answers the door to see the most beautiful version of his crush he’s ever seen.
“Wow, you look great!” he says.
She smiles and responds with an equally nice remark.
“So where would you like to go?” She asks then notices his paintings. “Wow are these yours? I mean did you do these?”
“Yeah, it’s just a hobby, I didn’t go to school or anything.”
She’s amazed by his work, she takes her time looking at as many as she can.
“There’s so many, how long have you been doing this?”
Ernest smiled and gave a generic answer. “Forever”
Elisabeth walks over to a painting of a baby. “Who is this?”
The painting was one of himself when he was eight months old, the painting was called “The Last Time I Saw My Mother”
“Just a baby”
They spent the rest of the night talking about his paintings, Ernest ordered pizza and he had the time of his life, never wanting it to end. When it did end she gave him a kiss on the cheek. nite