Easily Complicated

Cinnamon tea and chocolate mochas

April

The delicate veins marbling the petals when the sun shines through them, enlightening their beauty even further. The small anthers being moved by the wind, helping the flowers to spread its pollen and multiply its beauty. The little dewdrops sparking through the sunshine during autumn mornings like today. It's just so amazing how nature is able to do stuff like this all by itself...

Wait what am I even thinking.
I sound like freaking Shakespeare.
Philosophising over mother earth.

Anyways.
April, just concentrate on your doodling to prevent yourself from being productive, as always.

Yep, that's definitely my specialty, I think to myself sitting again on my favourite bench in Hampstead Heath, again with my favourite cinnamon tea next to me, letting the sun warm me up.
My knees pulled up to my chest a pencil in my left and my doodling pad in my right hand.
Dog owners taking their four legged friend for a stroll, mothers with their babies gossiping with each other what happened the other day at the daycare and busy business people trying to take a break from the stressful city.

Nothing really unusual but it's still more fascinating to listen to their conversation than to do the stuff that I'm supposed to.

I really should begin with my architecture project, sitting in the library and feeding my brain with the basic elements of the architecture of the Baroque era.
But nah, that's boring as hell, why do we always even have to look at the history of things and not at that what's coming and how our generation thinks the future will look like?
How will we live in 50 years?
What's going to happen to the earth with the climate change and stuff? Will there even be enough space for all humans if the world population keeps growing at that rapid pace?

And again, great job April at bringing yourself away from the topic you wanted to think about.

"I really like your drawings"

What? Wait! Did I just imagined that or..?,

"They look pretty amazing" the voice continues and waves a hand in front of my face.
Nope, that was real life, shit "Thanks?, I guess" I reply shyly to the stranger, I hadn't realised, was now sitting next to me.
Putting on an awkward smile with my lips pressed together avoiding eye contact, hoping that the conversation found its end.

But nope.

"The detailing in them is exceptional, really stunning. Oh and I'm Reed by the way. What's your name, if I may ask?".
Damn it.
Am I going to lie and hope we never see each other again or be nice today? Nah, I was nice yesterday, I brought my classmate a coffee, so I think my name today is..

"Lilly."

I set my focus back to my drawings, adding a few strokes.
And please just leave me alone now, I think to myself.
"What brings you to Hampstead Heath? Are you often here?"

'Okay, April it seems the not-interested-card doesn't work on this guy, let's try the nice girl.'

"I usually come here when I need a break from university, which indeed is quite often."

I chuckle removing my sight from my sketchbook and looking at the guy that I now know is called Reed and FUCK, he's handsome as hell.

He has dark brown/blackish hair, hazel eyes and a face carved by god himself.
And a smile accompanied with the cutest dimples and so beautiful that it could kill and that made me realize that he noticed I was checking him out.

Great.

"What are the classes you're taking?" he smiles at me shaking his head lightly, while my cheeks get more red by the second.