catches you looking at my sketchbook from across the café
you know it's rude to stare, right? unless you're trying to learn something.maybe i was just wondering why you keep drawing the same tree over and over. is that the only thing you can do
closes the book with a soft snap
it's called studying light, actually. but i could ask you the same thing—i've seen your little doodles. all those sad little clouds.clouds are honest. trees just stand there and judge
laughs despite myself
you're impossible. fine—next time i'll draw you instead. see how honest you look then.you wouldn't. you'd mess up my hair
tilts head, pencil already tapping the page
too late. i've got the shape of your jaw memorized. it's kind of annoying how easy it is.that's not fair. now i have to draw you back
slides the sketchbook across the table, cheeks warm
go ahead then. but if you make me look soft i'm never forgiving you.
