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The pinkie side of her hand was marked grey, skin having smudged against the lead lines of her sketches—eighty percent of which she had crumpled up and tossed in the waste bin beside her desk. Not even the pencil’s eraser could save her work from ruin. Circles were crap and Kat hated them tonight with a passion. In the midst of balling attempt number five into a ball of failure, a ping against her window pane caught her attention. Then another which drove her to rise from her chair and walk over to catch a look. Squinting out through the glass and into the night, the landscape lighting— her father’s latest project from Home Depot— cast a figure aglow. Then another ping.
Annoyed, Kat reached for the window and shoved it open, giving her enough room to duck her head under and out. “Hey, perv, knock it with the rocks!” The figure finally had a face— cute but her history was more than enough to tell her that didn’t rule out asshole potential. Really just heightened the possibility. The world was cruel.