Starter for: @teengothiica for Max
Time had ticked on but Chloe had been able to adjust to living in Washington D.C. without too much issue. She had decided which path to walk in her life so to speak and was currently at work scribbling in a sketch pad. Artwork slowly unraveled and appeared from the tip of her pencil in the cafe as she continued to draw what she felt like drawing.
Different styles emerged through the pages from simple designs to more complicated. Images of all sorts from life and from her mind. The current image she was working on was that of a butterfly. With coffee to the side of her, the woman continued her work until out of the corner of her eyes she noticed something.
A familiar blur of color known to one Max Caulfield. Looking from her place at the booth, she allowed her eyes to focus properly on the once blurry jacket. Recognition sparked and Chloe felt her heart stop for what felt like minutes. The rocker rose from her seat only to carefully step forward. Was she going insane or was Max really there?
"Max?"
