She bent down anyway, picking some of them up.
"Wow, these are really good. Wait...are these...are these me?" She glanced up, a shy smile on her face, then back down at the pictures. "These are so...beautiful. When did you do them?"
She was so...she didn't know the feeling to describe it. Flattered? No, that was too distant. There was a certain level of connection that she felt as she looked at the drawings. No one had ever seen her, not like this. Not with a cup of coffee in hand, smiling at the world, her scarf on but her coat off because she forgot her neck wasn't cold inside. And he had just met her, and she had just met him. When had he done these?
Had she not seen him?
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