Lorna's eyes followed the picture as it floated into the living room. She could feel the magnetic pull he had over it, so fine tuned. A master painter's tiny, presise stroke to her paint spill across the floor. She was instantly jelous, despite the absurdity of it. The control just seemed so... easy for him. She knew that was because he had years of practice, but it still needled at her.
She chewed her lower lip again and leaned back against the counter, fingers tapping on the tile overhang. Eyes on the picture, flickering a couple times toward him almost curiously. Her left hand lifted as her face scrunched in focus and the picture frame floated over to her. It's wavering path making her only recently learned control that much more obvious after his elegant handling.
Lorna flushed and looked at the picture, cradling it in her hands, "What was she like?"