Featuring my OCs Natasha, Kairi, and Elle.
Tangling her hands in her hair, Natasha grumbled as she drew her pencil across the expanse of white stretched before her. The image she was trying to recreate kept blurring out of her memory, as if it was purposefully eluding her, the sharp edges of the object blurring once she managed to focus on it. Left, right, curling and then fanning out; the charcoal of her utensil slowly began to etch out an image, terrible shadows morphing into terrifying images from what some would consider nightmares.
“Quite a dark piece,” a voice chirped over her shoulder, making Natasha jump and throw her arms over the table as if protecting her sketchbook, her trance retracing. The voice came from a girl who had stopped behind Natasha, probably walking to one of the empty tables in the coffee shop, a steaming cup of something in one hand and the other clasped around the strap of her backpack which was thrown haphazardly over her right shoulder. The girl stood taller than Natasha by a few inches at least, with dark curly hair pulled up and hazel eyes that seemed more blue against the dark blue t-shirt she wore over her well fitted jeans. She had a simple smile and an intrigued look in her eyes that Natasha was attempting to decipher before she realized that she was staring. And being incredibly rude.
“Oh, well uhh yeah I suppose. It’s not something I’d normally draw but I just had the image stuck in my head you know,” Natasha smiles nervously as she scratches the back of her neck. The taller female grins back and gives a small laugh, one that makes Natasha grin, before asking, “Then what kind of images do you normally have in that head of yours?”
As it turns out, the young woman named Kairi was from the same university as Natasha, and she was in an art studies class that she had taken in the previous year. Which is why she stopped to comment on the artwork the young woman named Natasha had been creating, Kairi had recognized her from seeing her on campus. At least that was the excuse she gave herself as she looked at the young woman in front of her, black rimmed glasses and hair tossed haphazardly on her head with a green button down flannel open over a white tank top. Tan skin pinked slightly on her cheeks whenever she did this adorable grin, her hand having a habit of tangling itself in her hair or rubbing her neck when asked about her artwork or personal life. Kairi found it endearing how this stranger seemed to be so absorbed in their conversation—about mythology no less—considering she had just randomly met her.
“—but yeah, I completely agree with Hera in that case. I mean if my wife had cheated on me-” Kairi tried to hide her surprise at the word “wife” assuming that Natasha had just slipped up until she saw that cute pink burn it’s way across those tan cheeks. “You mean husband,” Kairi offered questioningly, her voice much more hopeful than she would have liked and she cursed herself when she saw Natasha retreat into herself a bit and frown momentarily as that busy hand of hers rubbed her neck again. She wondered if Natasha’s hands were soft or not. “N-no. I meant wife. I mean if that ever becomes legal I suppose..” Natasha stuttered over the no, refusing to meet Kairi’s eyes momentarily before looking up with an expression that Kairi couldn’t place. It was a mixture between uncertainty and pleading, perhaps a plead to understand her and not judge. Natasha’s hand tightened around her pencil and she pulled one of her legs up into the chair so she could lean her chin on her knee, and on instinct Kairi reached out and places her hand on Natasha’s. Her skin was impossibly soft. Kairi flashed a reassuring smile and was pleased to hear a nervous chuckle find its way from Natasha’s chest as that blush creeped back into her cheeks, a similar burn flashing across her own face as she thought about how cute Natasha looked.
After the moment was over, Kairi took her hand back and they continued talking for quite some time. Natasha ordered Kairi another coffee—which she took black—and ordered herself a chocolate milk. She found out that this female in front of her loved to play sports, and excelled at many she played. She looked like she was a sports star for sure, and Natasha was pleased when Kairi lit up talking about her hometown team and how they were currently going to state for volleyball, and how proud she was of her old team. It was just easy to talk to her, and Kairi seemed to feel the same because after she glanced at her phone and noticed the time she shot up and apologized because she was late getting home. “Ahhhhh, I’m really sorry I have to go! It was such a pleasure to meet you Natasha,” she said with one of the most shinning smiles Natasha had ever seen, her own lips turning up as she waved her hand goodbye. Kairi had just walked out the door before she ran back in, looking slightly nervous, as she handed Natasha a small piece of ripped notebook paper with a phone number scribbled haphazardly across it. With a smile she ran back out the door, jogging across the parking lot to the bus stop where a bus had just pulled up, and she was gone. Natasha watched as she went and smiled when she looked down at the scratchy numbers again, taking out her phone and typing the number in, shooting her a quick text.
"I could have given you a ride if you were late for the bus—Nat"
“No it’s not a problem! It takes me back by campus where my car is parked but thank you. I really enjoyed talking to you.”
A grin erupted across Natasha’s face, resting her chin back on her knees as she flipped pages in her sketchbook. The image she wanted came easily to her, fair skin and a beautiful smile. Curly hair and stunning eyes, she sketched for a while more. Texting Kairi until the barista, a close friend of hers, got off work and came over to her table with her eyebrow raised and a sly smile on her face.
"Someone looks pleased with herself," she said as she ran her hand through her styled hair, little spikes flipping every which way from having been under her cap for an eight hour shift. Natasha gave her a small playful glare and they both laughed as Natasha packed up her things and threw her backpack over her shoulder, standing and stretching her stiff shoulders.
“Yeah yeah whatever you say, Elle. So what do you want for dinner,” Natasha said as she walked towards the door with Elle close behind, a knowing grin on her face.
“I don’t know. But I guess eating out is always delicious,” she laughs as Natasha blushes and shoots her a dirty look over her shoulder. Elle knows now that Natasha really likes this new girl, and she’s determined to see them together. Let her planning begin.