( @ofmaite )
the telltale click of heels cuts loud and clear through his earbuds --it’s not surprising, they’ve seen better days ; he really ought to invest in a new pair-- but noah hardly glances up from his work. he’s counting every second of every day right now, not yet panicking but possibly getting close to it. he’s TOLD art can’t be rushed, but clearly they never talked to an art major before they said that. “ just gimme a sec --- i’ll be done in ---- ” he pauses before he finishes that, because to say he’d be DONE soon is in fact a lie. his paintbrush hovers before its canvas before he is twisting, the other one tucked behind his ear wobbling precariously though it stays in place as he does fix her in a stare. “ ---- are you early ? did you text me ? ”