Trace looked at her as she spoke and he looked down at his sketch pad, 'she liked it' he thought to himself and a small smiled came across his face. She spoke as if she believed in him, that was more than he thought of himself but he had to try, for her. He didn't care if he got hurt anymore, he still wouldn't feel it and knew her father would be just helping as well. He watched her dance around and he laid back resting his head on his bag and just watched her, his small smile was still on his face. He was happy for once.