Y/N POV
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I focus on my sketch pad as the street slowly becomes busier. Occasionally glancing up at the woman I'm trying to artistically capture. She has long blonde hair, a black mask and currently she's staring out the window. I know what you're thinking. 'But it's creepy to draw people without their permission!' I know. I know. Sometimes I simply can't help myself.
I keep drawing for about 10 more minutes, when I glance back up at the woman but she's gone. I try not the think anything of it since I've got the overall sketch of her. Another 5 minutes pass and I've almost completed my shading when,
"That's a lovely picture."
I whip my head around in record time to find the woman I've been drawing standing over me. She's glancing between me and my sketch and I feel myself blush. I try to cover it up but there's no use, she's already seen it.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"
"It's okay," she interrupts and continues, "little creepy but it's actually really good." I can tell she smirking behind her mask. I rip out the page and continue my string of apologies,
"Here, you can have it. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, y-you can throw it away or something, whatever you want to do with it. I'm very sorry ma'am."
She giggles and takes the paper from me. She folds it and puts it in her pocket. She walks over to the seat opposite me which is vacant,
"This seat taken?" She asks jokingly.
"It is now." I joke back, her eyes squint so I can tell she's smiling.
"You come here to creepily draw people often?"
"Sometimes, I never set out to draw anything it just kind of happens. I tend to draw beautiful things." My face burns realizing the last part I said.
"So you think I'm beautiful huh?" She giggles
"Well- yeah but not in a creepy way- I'm making this worse aren't I?"
"No I think it's cute." She laughs at my blushing cheeks, "So do you live around here?" She asks.
"Yeah I live in the apartment next door, I was supposed to be here studying though, I have finals coming up."
"Oh really? You're in uni?"
"Yeah I'm a senior here, what about you?" I look over at her and she looks slightly uneasy as if she doesn't know how to respond. I try to correct myself,
"You don't have to answer if you don't want to." I smile at her hoping to make her more comfortable.
"No it's okay," she responds, "I'm just here for work, nothing special. Anyway, I just realized I never got your name."
"It's y/n, yours?"
"Call me Rose."
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A/N THIS WAS MY FIRST PART SORRY IF ITS SHIT, IF YOU WANT A PT 2 FOR THIS ONE JUST LMK. OKAY LOVE YOU BYE <33333
