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Arden's POV

I am what you could classify as a slightly introverted person. In society's terms this is me-however In fact would most likely define myself as more of an observer of the world. Instead of expressing myself through words , I prefer drawing to allow myself a 'voice' in society.

I brushed a piece of my silver hair off of my face as I tried to keep my pencil strokes light across the page. Glancing up briefly at the local park , I noticed the low hum of giggles from children in the playground a few metres away , making me smile slightly.

Returning my eyes onto my sketch I continued to add shading onto the drawing of the small bench a few steps away from me until I was happy with the end result.

As the light began to dim , I rubbed my freezing hands together deciding to get a hot chocolate. The cold stabbed my cheeks like knives as the wind blew my hair out of place again.

Tiny flecks of snow began to fall from the new york sky , so I hurriedly rushed to the small cafe stand , anticipating the hot drink to bring me back into reality ( I'm probably cold enough to be classed as dead right now).
My phone buzzed in my pocket making me jump and the barista to look at me strangely. I rolled my eyes and checked my messages :

1 new message-Jess

Be home soon Ard, you've gotta update your blog in an hour and I've finished your new layout xx

1 new message- Jess

Btw I got pizza and your new pencils as well x

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As I waited My gaze fell upon a boy perched on the infamous bench I was previously sketching : He seemed unlike the others that would typically be here , that was undeniable. He was clad in a pair of black skinny jeans , battered converse and his top half consisted of a t shirt (also in the same shade) and a black denim jacket.

Despite his dark attire, his face possessed angelic qualities : messy blonde hair , a prominent jawline and piercing baby blue eyes that could make anyone weak at the knees. How is he not cold? I'm wearing 3 layers and Im still cold! I thought to myself.

But the weather didn't seem to phase him , as he bit his lip in concentration , scribbling in a battered black book.

Turning to the barista I silently thanked her, pressing my scarf closer to my chest I began pacing to my apartment- although as I passed the boy I noticed him shiver slightly.

Stopping In my tracks , I had a small internal debate with myself (causing a few mum's to drag their child quickly away from me due to me looking insane from me talking to myself) , talking while I think is a really bad habbit of mine.

People already think I'm weird now they must think im possessed.

After the long internal debate and me being the god damn pushover I am , I quietly turned back around , placing the hot chocolate down next to him walking away.

Feeling his stare burning into the back of my head , I smiled to myself as I trudged back home. He may be a little intimidating but no one can resist hot chocolate.