Iro didn’t know exactly when she started to specifically look for paints that matched Grant’s color scheme. Heck, she didn’t even know when she started paying attention to what color his eyes were or the exact shade of his hair.

Well, that made it sound like she had romantic feelings for the man. Nope, none from her. He wasn’t her type. Besides, he was more her dad than anything else, not that she would say anything. She did have a reputation to keep after all.

The girl shook her head and brought her attention back to the surprisingly blank section of wall in her room. I say surprisingly because every other bit of space had been taken up by paintings of things from Earth or by paintings of things from her imagination.

However, the section of wall space was big enough to fit a life size version of Grant, providing she got everything correct. The various sketches she’d done when she was sure he wasn’t watching would be helpful.

She picked up one of those drawings in one hand and pinned it to a piece of the wall beside her canvas. That done, she picked up a small paint brush, dipped it in white paint and began to sketch out his face.