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While Tara much preferred the solitude of the outdoors when she was feeling inspired to draw outside of commissioned work, Brewphoria was a nice alternative. Even when it was busy, it had a quaint and calming aura to it that made it easy for her to fall into whatever she was working on. Today’s personal project consisted of mostly anatomy studies; Tara knowing herself well enough that if she didn’t get her fix of drawing for pleasure, she’d no doubt lose her motivation for her paid work.
She didn’t mean to pry, and yet, there she sat, brown eyes peeking over at the girl sitting at the table next to hers. Admiring the doodles the young blonde was scrawling idly, Tara smiled and put her pen down. “Peonies, right?” She chimed in. “Those were my grandma’s favorite flower. I used to draw them all the time.” She paused and nodded at the girl’s paper pad. “Those sketches are really good.”
the cafe was a comfort crowd. many who enjoyed the blissful aroma of rich coffee, an atmosphere to chat amongst co-workers or friends, or those who came to study or just get away from a tense environment. it was rory’s FAVORITE place. easily. most people kept to themselves - something rory also preferred. mostly because socializing was ... awkward. at least the lulls in conversation were. she wasn’t much of a talker - lost in her mind too much. hearing a directed string of words, maybe even a compliment, rory slid dylan minnettes voice from her ear. eyebrow lifting, she side eyed. “ yes.” soft. she was one of those people that usually had to repeat herself for how soft spoken she was.
“ your grandma had excellent taste. ” the flowers were bountiful and precious. also HER favorite. “ why don’t you draw them anymore ? ” curiously brave. normally the blond didn’t keep conversation easily. - it was easier when there was a common interest. “ you know peonies bloom in every color but blue ? even green. ”
