Ria was feeling a bit down today, she had broken up with her boyfriend who had been quite a jerk. See, Ria knew that her ex was a man who was painted in red, waving a red flag but she had ignored the signs. Probably, because at first it seemed that her boyfriend was the only person who saw her as her and she did not really have to suck up too, he loved all her weirdness he would always say and yet he went ahead and did the shxt he did- making fun of her in front of his friends for their validation and approval. He had let his friends touch her sketchbook though he knew that she was not comfortable with most people touching her sketchbook- it was her most prized possession after all and it would have been fine, Ria would have moved on been a little angry but moved on because she did not want to destroy what she and her ex had, if not for her ex ripping out pages of her sketchbook to give to his friends to make paper airplane and when she got angry he told her to chill out and stop behaving like a freak- saying it was probably part of the reason she did not have many real friends.
That was true, Ria was a freak but hearing him say it- the one who told her he loved every day broke her heart and at first she brushed it off, letting out a few awkward giggles. But her ex seeing the looks of his friends laughing, he had continued poking fun of her under the guise of ‘jokes’ and ria had enough, she burst into tears and broke up with him. Embarrassing she knows.
Right now she was currently in a coffee shop drawing when suddenly, a boy someone she recognized to be from her school started playing the guitar. Ria tapped her fingers on the table as he played- he was really good. She should draw him! She thought and that is indeed what she did. She was almost about to finish drawing him when the boy stood up to leave and before he could go, Ria held him by the arm, “Please don’t go,” she started, “I was almost done drawing you.”