"And now Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Catherine Blume the knife throwing beauty." Quatre had taken Cecile and Tobi to see his friend perform. As usual Tobi had a sketchbook and was going crazy trying to draw everything she saw. She drew Trowa quickly while he stood perfectly still for the knife thrower. However, it was soon over and her model moved. Every thing delighted Cecile. It almost felt like old times to Quatre and Tobi.

After the performance Quatre took them back stage. Cecile immediately ran to see the elephants. Quatre introduced Tobi to Trowa. She had seen the boy before. Somewhere in that hazy first day she had arrived. He was really quite handsome, but she was a little sad to learn that he was just as he appeared quiet and cool. It left the person talking to him feeling like he wasn't all there. Apart from them, and the conversation, some how. She had never seen green eyes quite like his it made him fascinating and gave him an even more distant look. Quatre ran off to make sure Cecile was okay. "You aren't much of a talker?", stated Tobi.

"You really aren't talking up much of a storm either."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Coffee?" said Trowa handing her a cup.

"Thanks.", replied Tobi. They both sat in silence. Trowa rested against the tent wall. He was almost completely still. Tobi couldn't help herself she took out her sketchbook and begin drawing him. She concentrated totally. She never noticed Quatre looking while she sketched. He noted she had gotten amazingly better, even more so then the last time he had seen her draw. She was most definitely the family artist. Quatre admitted he himself would be attracted to her if she wasn't his sister. She was quiet but when she got interest in something you couldn't get her to sit still or think of anything else. When they were little she spent a week in her room folding origami over and over. She was sort of fickle though. One week she would be absolutely certain she wanted to be a doctor and read tons of books on disease and medicine, like her book on Lupus, the skin disease, the next week she wanted to be a social worker and spent all of her time at homeless shelters. She was his sister.

Tobi was bent over her sketchpad intently drawing in Trowa's jaw line. She looked up and jumped a little. He had moved and was staring at her. "I'm … I'm so sorry I couldn't help myself." Tobi tried to explain herself. "It's nothing personal you're just here and you're so still."

Trowa looked at the pretty young girl trying to explain why she was staring, furiously sketching him. He in all honesty didn't really care, but there was a small part of him that wanted to know what she was thinking. How she thought of him as she drew him. Was he just another model or was he something else? He turned and said good bye to Quatre and his sister. Catherine caught up with him on the way to his trailer.

"So whatcha up to, Trowa?", asked Catherine in her sweet voice.

"Nothing. You?"

"Not much. Was that Quatre's sister? She is so beautiful. She gave me a drawing she did of me, it's wonderful."

"Yes", replied Trowa.

"You did good tonight kid.", said Catherine walking off.

"Do you think he's mad at me?" asked a worried expression on her face.

"No, that's just Trowa."

"You sure."

"Yes. Let's go home. Tomorrow's going to be a beautiful day.", with that Quatre hoped in his car with his sisters and drove home.