As the next day approaches, I walk down the same street at the same time, still alone. I see you, once again. This time with your hair up in a messy bun, wearing ripped jeans and an oversized shirt. You looked amazing. Instead of heading right home, I sit on an old wooden bench on the sidewalk. I pull out a notebook. A drawing notebook, actually. I started to draw the road and the bench and all of the little shops that stand by it. I feel someone sit next to me.
"Hi." I hear a soft, high-pitched voice say.
It didn't really phase me that I should look up.
"Um...hello?" the voice said again.
I looked up. It was you. I looked back down.
"Are you going to talk to me or do I just sit here in silence."
I shrugged. I didn't know what to do or say.
"I really like that drawing." you say.
I look up, I give you a quick smile and go back to drawing.
"Alright, fine, I'll leave you alone. Bye."
You left.
