There she is.
She was drawing on a large sketchpad propped up onto a wooden easel. Next to it was a small table with pencils, erasers, paints and other small objects used for sketching. Charlie was seated directly in front of the sketchpad on an old stool, straddling both sides with her heels propped up on the foot rest. She was wearing a stained white long-sleeved shirt, drawing carefully on the paper in front of her.