Panda--master

He was even more wet than before , I was still in shock I couldn't think of anything to say back to him .Raindrops were dropping down on me I suddenly felt a cold wet feeling in my eye , I rubbed it thinking this is a dream , I am dreaming my eyesight was a bit blurry at first I looked at him and he quickly avoided my state he said " sorry I forgot the delivery " he took the bag with food and quickly exited the door ! Last thing I remember was him running as fast as he could with the bag he had , no umbrella and not anything covering him from the heavy rain 

He's eyes were so dark and as raindrops were gradually moving and sliding down his white shirt , I noticed his beautiful long eyelashes and he's defined and manly jawline , I started drawing quickly and every touch of my pencil would note every detail on his unique face . As I kept drawing I noticed something strange ...the emotions on his face wouldn't change , he's eyes wouldn't gaze up-words or sideways but only at his big pale hands which held the hot chocolate which I loved so much . For some strange reason every time he would take a sip from the hot drink , I would feel nervous and anxious as if I made that drink and I wanted him to like it as much as possible , I started fantasizing of how maybe he will notice that I am sitting in front of him and he would look at me . It was strange , really strange ... I just kept wondering what was he doing here ? Why is he alone ? Why does he like the same drink as I do ? How does he know this place ? In which school does he go to ? I kept wondering and wondering when I realized I hadn't finished my drawing I started finishing of his hair really quickly ,when he stood up put his hoodie on and left as he was approaching the door I opened my mouth I wanted to make a sound I wanted to greet him , but I just couldn't anyways he wouldn't probably understand English ... I looked at my drawing once again and miserably laid my head on the table ! I was thinking " why am I so dumb ?" "I should have said something " " but he will think I am weird" " he doesn't know me ppl don't usually just greet someone they don't know" "will I see him again?" I felt a little breeze blowing down my neck , I heard a voice saying " Pretty good , next time make my hair better , the shading is pretty intense , were u scared ?"

Meanwhile , I have no particular liking in Japan . I like the cherry blossom trees and the people , they are very interesting to draw . I only find interest in people and their faces , sometimes even their bodies ...it's quite ironic isn't it , for me to like people and everything about them even thought I only have one friend my age ( we don't count Suzi and Drew , the waitress ) . It's just hard for me to approach them and everyone thinks I am a weirdo so I don't even get the chance to get close to others . One day , I went to Suzi's place sat on my comfy chair , which probably already had my name on it since there hasn't been a day when I haven't sat there , I took out my notebook Drew brought my hot chocolate and gently placed it on the table , in the perfect place where  hid my drawings but let me look at the people with a clear vision . Today was normal not anything special was happening , I saw a girl today with a weird hairstyle . Four ponytails and one of them was pink , her eyelashes were so long , I could easily recognize just about how long they were from meters away , she wore 1 golden ring on one hand and 2 silver on the other , her nails were painted bright blue and she had a scar on her thumb . As I was finishing her hands , a strange guy walked in ... He was wearing a black hoodie since it was raining outside and had a cap on , I couldn't see his face at all . Suzi asked whether he would like to take a seat he refused and just stayed there on his feet . After about 10 minutes he asked for a hot chocolate with cinnamon , I looked over at Drew with a suspicious but happy look ... He eventually took a seat right in front of me and took of his hoodie...

I always come to Suzi's place to draw the people who enter and exit , a ringing bell sound caresses my ears and I know it's time to get to work and draw the customers . Suzi's place is not the ordinary cafe ,when I moved to Japan with my parents it was a bit hard to find a good English speaking cafe and get to know people who could easily have a conversation with me without the need of me knowing all about Japanese culture and the vocabulary . It's not like I can even speak a word of Japanese , I go to an international school in Japan where subjects are thought in English , however we still learn Japanese , I can't say it's my best subject , it is a whole different language . My mom recommended Suzi's place , she said she's known Suzi since college and it would be a nice way for me to talk a bit more with other human beings ... Yes in the beginning I was a bit antisocial , you could argue to this day that I am still antisocial . I go to Suzi's cafe place take the best seat , which means the seat where you can see the most costumes drink my hot chocolate add cinnamon take out my sketchbook from my bag instantly grab my light pink pencil with my sushi rubber and start drawing all the people who come in . My favorite part is when they sit and talk and talk , drink and eat and take their time so I can appreciate every single feature of their face and copy everything so I can paste it in my book . In my school , I only talk to my childhood friend Alex he is half Korean and half American , you may ask why in Japan ? Well when I told him I was coming to Japan , due to my fathers work he couldn't wait until I even finished my sentence , his dream country is Japan , he loves everything about it , he even had 8 years of Japanese lessons to be able to talk fluently and with no hesitation . So he told his parents and they kind heartedly accepted that he goes to Japan with me and transfers to one of his dream schools .

The sketch of destiny 
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          Everyone says I am a strange person , who does unusual things and my hobby should change ... I just think there is so much to learn just by looking at someone and sketching their appearance , there are so many people on this planet , who all look different . The magic of observing every single detail on someone's face and carefully drawing it on a piece of paper , no one could ever understand . I mean, what is a different person to you , just a stranger ?only someone who passed by and is never turning back ?someone you can only glance at , but never meet, a person who you know nothing about and you never will ... ?But what if you found a way to remember that person , make him someone who is not just like every stranger you meet on the streets , but a stranger who you can glance at whenever you want , whenever you want and if destiny is right you might meet them just once more and who knows maybe it's your lucky day and a new romance will blossom . No ... No that's too crazy you see I am quite the romantic type , I believe that one day someone who will walk through that door will be a man so perfect ,I could melt just by looking at him and when his eyes meet mine my heart is going to start racing as if two starving , beast like lions are hunting it , the hotness on my checks is going to show and embarrassing yet appealing pink ,peachy color and my sketch is going to determine he is"the one", my very own sketch is going to make him stay on my mind and his seductive eyes will haunt me at night , while I think about his golden hair , which have a sweet fragrance , however still a manly scent ...