I nodded and looked at Azalea. “I’m sorry, you may need to wait for a short time.”
The victim thanked her, then stood up and moved to the side, her eyes looking a bit blank.
Soon, I drew the thief’s face based on what the victim described.
When he saw the finished drawing, he jumped with excitement. “Mr. Zorrick, thank you so much! This looks exactly like the person who took my bag! You’re amazing!”
I smiled softly. “You’re welcome.”
Azalea sat down once more.
I finished the sketching in one go and put it away.
Inside the drawing, she wore a circle of white lilies and a bright stone ring on the ring finger of her right hand.
She raised her hand and then suddenly spoke, “Zayden, do you remember this diamond ring came from that time…”
“No.”
I interrupted her, ended my drawing, took it away and passed it to her.
“Your painting, please keep it carefully.”
She softly took it, looking at the painting in silence.
Out of habit, I asked, “Is there anything you don’t like about it?”
She forced a smile. “No, it’s okay.”
“Then, take care.”
She paused, but still had to leave under my look.
When I shut the shop door, rain suddenly began to fall.