Stefan understood that. He knew long distance relationships were hard enough... and in several thousand more miles, and war, it was probably next to near impossible for some. And so the guy was here on a cruise, alone, after coming home from being overseas. Stefan felt a twinge of pity and sympathy for Noah... it really couldn't be easy.
"As cheesy as it sounds? I paint whatever inspires me. I'm from New Orleans, so there's been plenty of inspiration there over the years, both before and after Katrina." Stefan ran a hand through his shaggy hair. "I like sketching people, but I paint just about everything else. Obviously I couldn't bring paints and an easel, but I've been pretty content with my sketchpad on the ship. There's a lot of interesting people that have caught my eye."