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I miss your face
Nat was addicted to her phone so it didn’t take her long to respond.
Nat Soulmate Sister:
Not as much as I miss yours.
I kept quick pace as I crossed campus towards my small studio space. The lingering feeling continued to bother me as I balanced my latte and phone with my bag slung over my shoulder. I looked around the pathway in front of me and at the buildings that lined this main throughway through the school. Nothing.
No one was paying me any mind.
But the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, which I knew mustn’t be without reason.
With that, I looked over my shoulder and scanned the walkway and buildings behind me. As I was about to face forward again, my eye caught someone lingering by the corner of the science building. There stood a tall man, mingling with the shadows, who had on sunglasses and a black baseball cap. Obscuring much of his face, but I could still make out the sharpest jawline I’d ever seen. An artist’s wet dream.
He was further cloaked in the shadows because he had on a black T-shirt tight across his broad chest, and cargo-type shorts that did little to hide his muscular legs.
I slowed my steps as I looked at him.
He was looking right at me.
The hairs on the back of my neck were now kept company by the full-body goosebumps that I had. Followed by a full-body shudder.
I came to an abrupt stop as I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the guy.
He just kept staring right at me, while he ever so casually leaned against the building, protected by its shadows.
I found myself turning slightly towards him to get a better look. As I did, I noticed the smallest smile touch his deliciously plump lips - as if me watching him back somehow pleased him.
I felt stuck in a trance because I couldn’t look away.
My phone kept vibrating non-stop in my hand, causing me to finally blink and momentarily look down to see a string of messages that had come in from Nat.
When I looked back up at the mystery man, he’d straightened and taken a couple steps away from the building - almost touching the sunlight. The shade still kept the details of his person hidden from me, but I very clearly saw that a small smile crept his lips yet again.
His right hand then rose. Very slowly.
His fingertips then wagged back and forth deliberately and very slowly, starting with the pinky and ending with his pointer finger, in a little wave. Once. Twice.
I stood dumbfounded for all but a split second, because before I could even react, a group of students passed on both sides of me, blocking my view of the mystery man for a split moment.
Once the students had passed and I could see the science building’s shadows again, they were as lonely as I was.
He was gone.
5
SCOTTIE ANDERSON
It’s nearing five o’clock by the time I leave my studio. After the most bizarre encounter of my life this morning, I holed up in my studio and just… couldn’t stop sketching and painting. I had the strangest wave of inspiration flow over me after seeing that guy. I forgot to eat, and as a result of that I felt my blood sugar was now pretty low.
To be honest, that was the real reason for leaving the studio. Dehydration and malnourishment were not conducive to the creative process. Not for long at least.
But I suppose it was time to head home anyway. Not that much waited me there besides four white walls that were covered in photographs that I had taken and developed in the dark room. But, oh right, an empty fridge waited for me too.
Oh rats!
I guess I justhadto make a pit stop at the Caffeinated Cock if that was the case. It was such a hardship, really.
