Anita had been drawing since she could remember. Whenever there was a little scrap of paper lying around, she'd snatch it up and scribble something on it. Usually nothing fantastic; maybe a lopsided grin or half an eye, but it was fun to take something that she saw in her mind and put it on paper. She felt like she had some control over her life, over her decisions, and she hadn't felt like that in any other scenario.

When she moved in with Roger, her sketch books shared space with Roger's sheet music. Sometimes they'd get mixed together and there would be a picture of Perdita or the clock on the mantle on the back of his latest creation. He usually didn't mind since they were all rough drafts, and if they turned out to be duds, he'd give them to her to store in her portfolio for safe keeping.

Most of her art was sketched on the bay window seat. She'd grab a pillow from the couch, look out the window, and go from there. Currently though, her attention was focused on Roger. As usual, he was pounding on the keys, trying to create something marketable yet also something he could be proud of. Those two things were forever at odds with him, and Anita wished he would give himself more credit. He was a wonderful man with a gift and one day people would see that, she knew they would. Dreams just took time.

She watched as his eyebrow arched and mimicked that on the paper. Pongo sighed from his perch beside her and glanced at the page. He didn't like it when Anita didn't give him a pet, but she was busy right now. Finally, the thing was done and she appraised it. No, it wasn't her best work, but she caught Roger as she liked him best, immersed in his first love. Anita ran her eyes down the curve of his jaw, the hunched back, his callused fingers, and nearly jumped when she felt said appendage on her shoulder. Roger was standing over her, looking at the page as she was. She glanced to see what he thought and blushed at seeing how wide his grin was.

"Darling, you are stupendous," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Pongo barked happily in agreement and the two laughed. She was going to have to frame this.