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“What are you drawing?”
Richie jumped about five feet in the air and slammed his hand onto his sketchbook, (debatably) hiding his drawings from view. When he looked up, there was a suit-clad man with his hands in his pockets and an awkward smile on his face.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you heard me coming.”“I-its fine.” Richie immediately responded, avoiding eye contact. A thick silence fell over the pair.
“So… What are you drawing?” The man asked again.
Bookmarked by Someone_intheway
05 Oct 2025

