Someone nice

the girl.

Ok I was sitting at a table off near a window waiting for my coffee date to arrive, and this small string bean of a girl walks up to me and asks if she can draw me. She was like 13ish idk. She like really nervous and fidgety and said,
"I know this is a really weird request but I'm an artist and you just have a really unique and striking face and I just, um wanted to draw it, and I wanted to ask your permission. If that's ok?"

It surprised me alot to be honest, but I was all like " um, ok sure thanks for asking." And she just sat down at a table off to the left of me and started to draw.

I did my best to ignore her, and I did! For like 30 minutes but then, curiosity killed the cat I guess, and I got up and walked over to her to and like started to me, is one of the weirdest conversations I have ever had.

It was soooo awkward and tense but like after a few minutes, I guess we both warmed up to each other and she started asking some questions like what was my job, and what I liked to do for fun, and I of course answered. I

asked some if my own questions too and it went on like that for while. Turns out she goes to that coffee shop every weekend to study and draw, and she was really articulate and mature for her (presumed) age and just really fun to talked to.

And Idk why but I slowly started telling her about my life and and friends and shit like that, which in hindsight is ridiculous because A. She a stranger and B. And she's like 12. But I just felt so comfortable and relaxed I forget she was a kid. like I felt like I was talking to an old friend I hadn't see in years. Weird.

Anyway I just rambled on for I don't even know how long at this point but, I ended up telling her about all the sad and loneliness in my current life. Like, at the time how depressed I was cause my little sister whom I was extremely close with had just died, and my long-term girlfriend had just dumped me.

She listened, and took it all in with this very wise and old look in her eye. like she was much older than she looked. And she told me something that truly struck a cord. " You take so many things onto yourself, like a well
dose with ground water. All the events you cannot control you dwel on an soak up. Each drop of information eventually pools together like an ocean.
But you are Just a well, you  cannot contain an ocean by yourself. Other wise you will drown, alone."

Then she tore off the picture she was drawing handing it to me and smiled. "It was nice getting to know you, miss but I'm afraid that you must get going or you'll miss the buss. Ok so I'm like wtf how'd you know?? Cause like that's pretty freaky.

"Look at the picture, I think you'll like it." So you know I look at the picture and Holy sHiT it's amazing like how the fuck? It's me but I'm at my old piano teacher's front door with MY DEAD ADULT SISTER who I'm certain I did not describe to the girl, but like it looks exactly like her to the T. I know it should've been like really friggin creepy but all I felt was this overly light and kind wistful feeling that made my tear up from all the memories.

Of course I look up to say thank you or some thing. And shes gone, without a trace except a lemon square wrapped in suran wrap.

At this point I'm so fucking confused but I picked it up anyway and unwrapped it to take a bite. Strangest part was that it tasted like the shitty ones my sister loved to make for me, and at I am not ashamed to say that I balled my eyes out right then and there.

When I pulled my self together enough, I realized I'd forgotten to ask her name.