Rose Tattoos | H.S (discontinued)

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"Today, we will be sketching portraits," announced my art professor to the class. "You may choose the gender of your person. He or she may be imaginary or someone you know. Please refer back to what we learned about face guidelines from last week and remember, this is just a sketch it does not have to be perfect."

My classmates seemed to have a person in mind already since some started to sketch immediately. I just watched as they began with the head shape before moving onto marking the guidelines for the facial features.

"I don't even know who to draw and they're already starting." I said to myself as I heaved a sigh. Instead of waiting on myself to decide who I want to sketch, I allowed my hand to just get the face shape and guidelines done first and think along the way.

I was in the middle of drawing the lips—since I'm most confident in drawing that part of the face—when it reminded me of Harry's. Slightly on the thinner side but still looking plump.

"Maybe I should sketch a portrait of Harry by memory, even if it doesn't look right." my internal voice said. I erased everything quickly but carefully, making sure I don't crease or rip the delicate piece of paper.

Restarting his head shape, I tried my best to get it similar to the way his is structured before I re-drew his lips. Then moving onto his forest green eyes, I remember how Harry's eyes were slightly squinted when he walked through the door. It would make you think he was angry because of the way his eyebrows scrunched to the middle but, in reality he wasn't. And his nose, the shape of it had a perfect angle from the bridge to the tip. I also couldn't forget about Harry's medium brown locks either; messily tousled but it looked effortlessly styled.

The pencils dark graphite rubbed against the side of my hand that touched the paper as I was in the sketching process. Taking it a little too seriously than I should have, but I was too into it. It was unfortunate that I couldn't add any color to emphasize his features on paper.

"Wow," my classmate whispered from beside me, her mouth was open agape as she studied my drawing. "That looks so real. Is he a real person?"

"Yeah," I giggled. "His name is Harry, he's a client of mine at the tattoo parlor."

"I would have guessed he was someone from your imagination, he looks unreal."

I nodded. Harry isn't the type of person you would take a glance at then forget what he looks like. He's beautifully sculpted with flaws and that's what makes him unforgettable. You wouldn't be able to miss that man with innocent eyes and tattooed arms.

Lunch time came around and I was just exiting my class to the cafeteria when I got a phone call from Boss.

"Hello?"

"Arabella, can you come in today?"

"Uhh, yeah. Are you guys busy?"

"No, we've got a client, Harry. He wants to add another rose tattoo on his forearm, specifically saying he wants it done by you."

I laughed. Harry must really like the rose so much, he wanted to get another one. "All right, I'll come in after school."

We bid our goodbyes and went on with our days before we meet again at work.