pars pro toto - eins für alles

Newspartner

Kind of old-fashioned, but still effective - partnersearch via newspaper. Different advertisements with deposited numbers. And all of them wanted to be called.
Nelli and her new housemate Vincent had a self-proclaimed mission. And while coupling seniors, they got coupled themself in an indirect way.

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Shaken vigorously, the passengers went about their occupations. So did Nelli, a 22 year old artist. In thought she hold her sketchbook and a pencil in the other hand.
Some people might find rides boring and annoying, but not Nelli. She saw it as an opportunity to watch and analyse people's behavior. The best way to do that was to draw, in her opinion. The white empty page was filled step by step.
First with a mother holding the daughter in her loving arms. The little girl told her mommy what happened in the kindergarden and that one of the educators had braid her hair. The tiny head was plastered with little braids and a thousand colorful ribbons.
- Then a homeless old man with a dog towards Nelli, which eyes were wide fear. But the older man took care of it and eventhough he didn't have much, he covered the famished little body with his scarf. Nelli was just about to draw its ear, when she looked up and met the puppys' eyes which really cought her. The dog discarded its head on her leg and she couldn't help but to stroke it.

"Do you have a dog?", asked the owner surprisingly, but in a friendly tone.

"I'd love to, but no."
The caramel-coloured fur was so soft, Nelli could have done that the whole day.

"Do you have a cat then?", asked the man more.

"Yes, its name is Vélasquez."
Nelli loved the extraordinary name she chose for her puss. She got it when she discovered the thrilling world of his paintings - and couldn't keep her enthusiasm for herself.
Nevertheless, not every cat could claim to be named after a talented and gifted artist, Nelli thought.

The streetcar rumbled so on, when Nelli read the information of her station - Hearts of Arts. Even after a whole lifetime she couldn't get used to the fact, that her grandma, who had also been an artist, had owned a gallery, which Nelli had inherited five years ago when she was seventeen. The artistic was practically placed in her cradle. What else would you like to become but an artist with the surname "Van Dedinski"? Lucky Nelli, she not only inherited an artistic surname, a gallery, but also the passionate interest and skills to draw and paint.

Nelli finished the sketch rapidly and closed the book.
The sight had been heart warming, just like the next situation, which earned a place in her sketchbook, as well.

Curly bronze hair, white over ear earphones, a handsome face.
He was sitting on a suitcase and another bag was placed on his lap.

"Hearts of Arts.", the speaker said.

Alright, Nelli let off the cuteness excuding view, she had to step out.

In a hurry she captured the outline, put it on paper and stood up with accelerated pulse.

The door was already closing and Nelli was fired to push the extra button to open the doors again. She was just about to leave to streetcar, when she perceived the sound of a rolling suitcase. And a quiet swear in British accent.

"Damn, not a again!"

The boy had been sleeping but the increasing rumble of the streetcar made him awake.

Nelli curiously stood in the door, surched the annoyed Briton and her gaze cruised with the redhead's.

Despite the announcement, Nelli stayed right on her place and prevented with that the doors from closing.