She noticed him drawing.
She knew he was drawing her, and somehow her pink lips stretched into a smile she never knew she had.
He looked at her and she stared back.
His cheeks, tinged pink.
Her mouth, still smiling.
She then walked over and sat next to him on the park bench, with her earbuds in her ears.
He laughed slightly then continued to draw.
She took a picture of him.
He grinned.
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RomancePeter saw her at the park everyday. He didn't know her name, where she came from, what music she listened to everyday. But he felt like he knew her his whole life.
