tattoo boy

[13]

Angelica's POV ☆ |

All-day at work my brain was placed somewhere else. Everyone's voices weren't blurry, but there was still a slight amount of disorientation to them. The only thing that helped me want to feel better was sketching on my break.

However, depressing enough, my break was quickly over. I walked to the backroom to place my sketchbook in my bag, but when I opened the door Danica and Vinnie were taking each other's air.

I quickly shuffled to cover my eyes But they didn't even seem to notice that I was there. so I placed my book down and apologized before grabbing the broom to sweep. Of course the day I need Chloe's spirit, she had a client.

***

a bit of time goes by and I'm talking to one of my other co-workers. My eyes instantly latched onto Vinnie and Danica as they both walked past not guilty or caring about the world. Was it professional to bring your girlfriend to work?

I felt the shop was at ease, so I decided to walk to the back to grab my sketchbook. As I began thinking about my new sketch, the part of this morning's dream came to me.

"Please, Angie? I know you trust me, right?" Noah's voice echoed in my mind almost making me hallucinate.

My stress formed into a ball of anger and I took it out on my pencil. The tip of my pencil snapped and so did my emotions. I wanted to hit, or maybe scream at something. I tried to replace that anger with my lips. I fidgeted with my lips, biting them and roughly rubbing my face to calm myself down.

"You okay?" Vinnie's soft voice startled me. My mind came back to reality and I looked at his uneasy face.

"oh, yea. I'm just trying...to figure out a new sketch." I almost slipped on my words. His facial expression loosed a tiny bit, but I could still see his unsure part.

Instead of him trying to pry more, he lifted a slight smile on his face and he began to walk to me. Of course, his familiar scent of coconut filled my nose and made me feel warm to his presence.

"well, I always start by scribbling my emotions onto the paper. Not too roughly though." His tone with me was kind of sweet as he looked down at my sketchbook.

I began doing as he said. I scribbled where ever my hand directed me which landed me into scribbling an absolute picture of my emotions right now.

"What it looks most like to you, then continue drawing it." He began standing up and stretching the back.

"Thank you, Vincent!" His contagious smile spread to mine.

"No prob." He shrugged his shoulders before going back to his recent activities.

***

When I finally was able to lay on my couch, my thoughts spread to the balcony again. I was searching for him, again. The only thing is, was he searching for me too?

My legs automatically carried me onto the balcony, as I slid the door to the side quietly. My eyes automatically drifted up to his balcony.