Sep 6, 2018
he notes her intensity. hazel eyes brooding high beneath her red curls. her hand blurs, lips pulled tight in a straight line. she stops, erases, he watches. fists thrust together then apart, the paper in front of himself lies blank aside from a few words. the dark night was chilly no, it’s stupid, it didn’t sound right. rolling his eyes, he drops his pencil, licks his lips and clears his throat. “ h---hey buh---bb-bev, what are y-yy-you wuh----w-working on ?? ”
01. @shotmade / beverly marsh