Okay, so, I was awkwardly in a café in the town I live in called Max Porters the other day and I saw this man that might have been eighteen. He was the barista and, oh my goodness, he was a very beautiful human being. So, when I see a beautiful human being, I draw them. It's that simple.
Anyways, when I finished drawing his face, he walked over to pick up my tea dish and he saw that I was drawing him. He kind of chuckled and I died from embarrassment while trying to hold back my anxiety. He just kept on smiling as he picked up my empty teacup and told me his name was Airin.
He was such a little sweetheart.
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RandomI was thinking that since I see a lot of people doing this "why not join them?" I'm not that great at drawing -- and just about all that I may draw will be anime-- , but it passes the time when I'm not in the writing mood. I would be honored if you...
