"Like it, I love it." It was eerie, looking at an image of herself drawn by someone else. Someone who barely knew her, and had captured a bit of her essence on the page. It was as if he'd known her for years, and they'd only just met.

She sighs, and flips the pages back to the beginning of the book. "I was working on stealth portraits in the coffee shop when I met your friend." Each page is filled with studies, faces old and young, from all walks of life. Another page is full of hands, yet another, eyes, expressions captured in just a few strokes of her pencil. "See? I think this is her." Natasha's fierce glare was instantly recognizable just from her eyes alone.