The Art Of You And Me

three

"Coffee or Frappe?"

"Hmm? Definitely frappe."

"Cookies or cake?"

"Cake."

"Okay, wait me here."

Tom put down his sketchpad into the table and a lot of pencils and stumps from his hands. He went to fall in line, taking his wallet from his backpocket as he continued scrolling into his phone screen.

I pulled his sketchpad and scanned few of his drawings. All of it were portraits and damn, he draws so well! They were all perfectly sketched, the color's perfectly blended, and they all look real as if I was looking at a black and white picture album.

Most were pictures I don't know who, but some were celebreties like Jhonny Depp in his Pirates of the Caribbean outfit, the young Leonardo DiCaprio, Mandy Moore from A Walk to Remember, Kendall Jenner, and the list goes on. The sketchpad's almost full, and I wonder how much time he has put in every sketch he does, but he sure has the patience.

When I scribble into the pages, one sketch has caught me. It was a little girl probably in her fives. Her smile's gorgeous, and she even has that mole at the upper left lip like Tom's and the eyes like Tom's also.

"That's my sister."

Tom's voice boomed into my ears. I flinched and turned my attention to him. He put down the tray of our lunch into the table, pushing the pencils into the side.

"She's Ivory. Pretty, isn't she?" he said.

"Yeah she is. She looks like you."

He smiled, a puff of air comes out of his nose as he did. "She died in Leukemia a year ago."

My eyes widen in alarm and gasped, never seen that coming. I looked once more into the drawing. Ivory was very beautiful. Her smile's seem contagious. Why did it had to be her?

"I'm so sorry, Tom."

"I've moved on, Olivia." He puts the piece of cake into my plate and my frappuccino to the side. "I know she's a lot more better in heaven. I couldn't ask God for more if that will make her happy and safe."

I don't know why but a tear has suddenly fell into my left eye. I don't have any siblings which made me left alone at all times, and I also never asked for one. Now I wanted to have a sister like Ivory. Pretty and smiles so genuinely.

"Pardon. I always get carried away like this," I said, grabbing a tissue from a small dispenser between us.

He grabbed one before I could even, and gently touched my cheeks with the tissue, wiping the tears away.

I watched him do it. I watched until his eyes locked on mine as he continue to dry my cheeks. I watched as a smile eventually crept up on his lips.

"It's alright. I'm alright. Ivory's definitely alright." he said, dropping the tissue into the table. "Shouldn't have told you that."

I am definitely seeing a different side of Tom Iver South. His softer side, calm and gentle. Cool but not that icy. Subtle.

"No. I am happy you told me that. Now I wanted to have a sister." I laughed softly, and he did too.

"Doesn't have one? Older brother, I guess?"

"Only child." I stated. "The first, and prolly the last child of my parents."

"Why? Your parents didn't want to?"

I shook my head. "They tried, but it's not working out."

"Maybe next time they will. Who knows?" he said, and then shoved a piece of cake into his mouth.