Who: Neal Caffrey and Open What: People watching/painting When: Monday afternoon Where: The park Warnings/Status: None that I can foresee / Open / In-progress
Autumn was starting to descend throughout the valley, and the onset of cooler weather was enough to make Neal venture outdoors. He wasn't a hermit by any means, but hot weather that didn't involve a beach and cool ocean air didn't sit well with him. He preferred that over the humidity and farm smells that came with living in Indiana.
He set up his easel, canvas, and paints under the shade of a large oak tree in the park. There were quite a few people spending their day outside, and it set the atmosphere perfectly for his endeavor. He had wanted to paint a rural scene for a while now, something of the town that he had grown to call home (even the second time around), and he set about mixing the paints on his palette before he started with broad strokes. He was feeling relaxed, and very much in "the zone", and every so often he'd glance up to make sure he was capturing the scene he wanted.
Neal was engrossed in his painting, but not so much that he didn't notice the person that had come upon him. He had a habit of always being aware of his surroundings, and despite the fact that he was no longer in a situation where he had to look over his shoulder, he found that he did it anyway. Old habits and all that.