There should be more shading, she mused, then jumped slightly at the voice. She did not, however, scream this time round, with the knowledge that the stranger boy was there having been present at the back of her mind; she had just been distracted by the art, as she usually was whenever she drew or painted.
"Ye-" she started to agree, but his next sentence caught her off guard, and she watched in absolute bewilderment as the boy left without another word. She stared after the door for a few moments, not quite able to believe what had happened, and then glanced back at her painting. What had just happened?
Blinking herself back to the situation at hand, she took a deep breath. "Okay, Chrisy, you're either losing your mind or that boy was just more socially awkward than you and you made a friend," she said, out loud, for it was more comforting to know that, at the very least, she hadn't been dreaming. Till I can figure out which it was, I might as well finish my painting, she concluded, mentally.
Going back to the easel, she twirled the paintbrush absently, and then set to work, adding shading and touching up tiny details here and there.
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