Loveology
CHAPTER 180
"Sebastian!" He looks up when you call his name, a strand of his golden hair falling over his eyes. The instant he recognizes you, he closes his book and begins putting it away. You hurry all the more to reach his side.
"Hello, Sebastian." you greet him with a smile, sitting down beside him.
"Carol." He bows his head slightly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"What are you working on?" You cut to the chase as quickly as you can. "I saw you with a book out. May I see it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sebastian says gruffly, avoiding eye contact and tucking his bag closer to his side.
"Sebastian, please." He ignores your puppy dog eyes, so you figure it's time to pull out the big guns. You turn to your own shoulder bag, digging through it until you find your own sketchbook. Sebastian is a little taken aback at first but shows a clear interest in it.
"I'm not a professional," you explain as you open the book. Sebastian scoots a little closer to see the images in your lap. "I mainly draw people." You turn the pages of your book easily. Drawings of men and women holding hands, simple portraits and smiling faces flash before you and Sebastian. "Landscapes and settings just aren't as interesting to me as humanity." Sebastian nods in understanding before turning hesitantly to his own sketchbook and handing it over to you. You take the book from him gently, opening the pages reverently.
What you find shocks you. Sebastian is an excellent artist. The sketches in his book are mainly pencil, but they capture a great deal emotion and depth within them. Every drawing is of a person, you note. Not a single setting to be found. But it's the most recent sketch that takes your breath away.
"Sebastian," you gasp. "This is me." And sure enough, there on the page is an exact replica of the image you see in the mirror every morning, down to the last misplaced hair.
"I haven't sketched in a very long time," Sebastian explains quietly. "I decided to pick it up again after I saw you at the museum." You nod at his words, attention still focused on the portrait.
"Can I... can I keep this?" His eyebrows raise at your question, but he nods in response. You smile and go about tearing the page out of the book, tucking safely away in your bag.
"Thank you, Sebastian."
"Thank you, Carol," Sebastian says with the most earnest smile you've ever seen him wear.
"Sebastian!" He looks up when you call his name, a strand of his golden hair falling over his eyes. The instant he recognizes you, he closes his book and begins putting it away. You hurry all the more to reach his side.
"Hello, Sebastian." you greet him with a smile, sitting down beside him.
"Carol." He bows his head slightly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"What are you working on?" You cut to the chase as quickly as you can. "I saw you with a book out. May I see it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sebastian says gruffly, avoiding eye contact and tucking his bag closer to his side.
"Sebastian, please." He ignores your puppy dog eyes, so you figure it's time to pull out the big guns. You turn to your own shoulder bag, digging through it until you find your own sketchbook. Sebastian is a little taken aback at first but shows a clear interest in it.
"I'm not a professional," you explain as you open the book. Sebastian scoots a little closer to see the images in your lap. "I mainly draw people." You turn the pages of your book easily. Drawings of men and women holding hands, simple portraits and smiling faces flash before you and Sebastian. "Landscapes and settings just aren't as interesting to me as humanity." Sebastian nods in understanding before turning hesitantly to his own sketchbook and handing it over to you. You take the book from him gently, opening the pages reverently.
What you find shocks you. Sebastian is an excellent artist. The sketches in his book are mainly pencil, but they capture a great deal emotion and depth within them. Every drawing is of a person, you note. Not a single setting to be found. But it's the most recent sketch that takes your breath away.
"Sebastian," you gasp. "This is me." And sure enough, there on the page is an exact replica of the image you see in the mirror every morning, down to the last misplaced hair.
"I haven't sketched in a very long time," Sebastian explains quietly. "I decided to pick it up again after I saw you at the museum." You nod at his words, attention still focused on the portrait.
"Can I... can I keep this?" His eyebrows raise at your question, but he nods in response. You smile and go about tearing the page out of the book, tucking safely away in your bag.
"Thank you, Sebastian."
"Thank you, Carol," Sebastian says with the most earnest smile you've ever seen him wear.