Ronen looked at the drawing after making a small fire in the hearth. As to let the Unicorn warm itself his arms crossed.
"Maybe she did see something in me... But, I don't know what. After all I'm a mere mortal that's bungling his way through this world," he said sighing.
He patted his coat pockets till he found his little metal case, and pulled out one of his special cigarettes. He lit it in the fire before putting it in his mouth. His attention soon coming back to the drawing on the wall. He often couldn't help, but to look at art. It made him feel that even in the darkest hour, their was beauty to be found.