Picture Perfect [UNDER REVISION]

Girl's Night

Edited: 06/23/2017

"You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won't mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone. Not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart. You feel like you have known that person forever..."- C. Joybell

The smell of freshly brewed coffee reached every corner of Peacefood café including my little spot in the back next to the window. I stole a bite from my chocolate croissant before placing the treat back on top of the napkin where it belonged and resuming my sketch of a girl in the rain. When it poured, I loved to go to the nearest café and sip on some hot cocoa and eat chocolate croissants while sketching. Cafés were made for people like me-aspiring artists going nowhere.

Anya helped me get an interview at Cambridge University last week, but I'm waiting to hear back from them to see if I got the position. Although I'd much rather be making my own art, Cambridge is offering apprenticeship with the great Armando Rivera. I first saw his artwork at the MoMA in New York during one of my field trips with my Art History class and have been a fan of his ever since.

I was just perfecting the minor details of my drawing when I heard the shop bells jingle and saw the door swing open to reveal a very familiar, tall figure with damp, curly hair. I watched as he made his way over to the register and ordered a large iced-coffee before turning around to scan the facility for an empty seat. Suddenly, his green eyes connected with my brown ones.

Oh shit, he sees me. Maybe if I look the other way he'll go away.

To my dismay, Green Eyes ended up approaching me anyway with a smug look on his face and a coffee in his hand.

Or not.

"So Lucy, we meet again," He said drearily.

"Please leave..." I groaned, but I guess he didn't hear me.

"Do you come here often?" He asked me while taking a seat.

"No," I lied.

"Really? Because I feel like I've seen you here before."

"You must've thought I was someone else."

"That's possible. Hey, what's that you've got there?" He questioned.

"What's what?" I sighed.

Green Eyes pointed down to my sketch. "That," He emphasized.

"None of your business," I hissed.

"Oh, someone's feisty today," He teased me with a wide grin. "What's got your knickers in a twist?"

I rolled my eyes while ripping a piece of my croissant and eating it. "Nothing. It's just dirty pigs who leave penises on peoples' phones, like yourself, who tick me off," I explained to him.

"Haha, I'm glad you liked the picture, but you're not so squeaky clean yourself love. However, you do take great flicks for the gram." He told me, dropping his right eye in a wink.

"Stop stalking me and get a fucking life," I grumbled as I scooted out of my chair.

I closed my sketchpad and scooped up my umbrella before storming out of the café.

* * *

I was watching re-runs of Scooby-Doo on the living room couch, stuffing my face with popcorn when I caught Anya trying to sneak out. Tonight was suppose to be a girl's night but, if I didn't know any better, I'd say she was dressed for a date.