She took the book back and hugged it to herself, cheeks still a brilliant crimson. “So..” She looked down to her wrist, holding it out. “I guess we’re soulmates?” She smiled shyly up to him, surprised to have such a beautiful man before her. She was so quiet, she was expecting one of the nerdy kids that hung out in the library at lunch, or an equivalent. An unpopular, an outcast. But him? Surely not.
“I guess we are…I’m happy I got an artist for a souldmate..” He grinned as he pulled out his own sketch book and showed her the pieces of clothing he was working on. “I’m a tailor….and I make woman’s clothes.” He explained as he handed the book to her. “Take a look if you want.” He said sitting down on one of the plastic covered chairs. “You really got my eyes.”
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