× Trix ×
I move a little closer to her, not enough to make it weird, but close enough to really look at her. I mean, really look at her.
Her hazel brown eyes are staring at the mural, and the way the light hits them makes them even more intense. They shift between shades of brown, gold, something I can’t even name and I realize I’ve never actually taken the time to notice her like this.
Her jawline is sharp but soft at the same time, fitting weirdly into her face, but in a way that works.
It’s like a puzzle piece you didn’t think would fit, but then it clicks into place, and suddenly everything makes sense.
She turns to me, probably sensing me staring, and raises an eyebrow.
“What?” she says, “You planning on sketching me now or something?”
I smirk, shaking my head. “Nah, just t
