Dawson stepped through the front door, looking around at the place that would be home for the next few weeks. The place seemed nice as far as he could tell, though the bedroom accommodations were more summer camp than luxury resort, but it would have to suffice for time being. He set his stuff down on one of the beds by the window except for a brand new sketch pad and a pencil. One benefit of being among the first to arrive meant there was some time to be able to draw some quick sketches.
Dawson walked by the kitchen to see a girl looking out the window at the very view he was planning to sketch. Let me rephrase that, it was an absolutely gorgeous girl in front of him staring at a view that was not quite as impressive as she was. Dressed like a winter queen, in blues and white with a fur coat to keep her warm. Her hair, a platinum blonde with hints of blue like ice, and though his typical type was brunettes, he could admire the creative choice, expressing herself as though her body was art, and the hair was just the medium.
She had yet to notice him, but he looked at the way her hair framed her face, and how the lighting was just right with the view behind her. “Wait. Right there, don’t move.” he said as he approached her, pencil in hand, already trying to capture the moment on the paper before it was gone.
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