Vick (aka Vincent) And Viola From Teenburg Here

And for the first time that evening, Vincent—not Vick the ghost, not Vick the shadow—smiled like he meant it.

"No." He pushed off the jungle gym and ambled over, dropping onto the bench across from her. "I'm the guy who steals the art before anyone sees it." vick (aka vincent) and viola from teenburg

Viola spotted him from the picnic table, knees tucked under her chin. She wasn't trouble. She was the emergency broadcast system that announced trouble was coming. And for the first time that evening, Vincent—not

She held his gaze. "Good."

"Is there?"

She finally glanced up, pencil hovering. "You're not an artist." Vincent—not Vick the ghost