Ria had blinked when the boy thanked her, and then she had smiled- it’s been long, she thinks that someone had thanked her for something. Most people simply nodded their heads at her, ignored her or walked past her- she can’t even remember the last time that her recently made ex had thanked her and that is sad, she knows- she doesn’t understand why she had not opened her eyes before and seen how terrible of a person he truly was. Thinking about how she had been dumb and blind made her frown, a sad expression reaching her eyes “You don’t have to thank me, I was just being honest,” She told the guitarist, her expression still a little sad as they sat down and she held her pencil and began to draw him.
As Ria’s pencil glided over the paper, the man’s image slowly took shape. His tousled hair, the expressive curve of his fingers on the guitar strings, and the intensity in his eyes were all captured with a deft hand. It was a portrait that seemed to capture not just his likeness but also a part of his soul. She talked to him- trying to make it less awkward and he answered, telling her that he had been playing since he was eleven, “Since you were 11?” Ria asked dropping her jaw in surprise, “No wonder you are so good at it.” She gushed and when the boy asked when she began to draw, Ria blinked, “I think since i was 9, I didn’t get along with most kids in my grade because well- i was the weird kid and i guess i am still am…” Ria said her voice faltering before she found it again, “So i just drew, sketching became my closest friend and it has never failed me.” Ria said as she finished the final touches, and then showing him the drawing she drew of him.