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With her permission, he quickly follows her to the bench – only to have her and her long legs occupy the whole space. Alright, alright, no need to panic. He simply walks to the bench one over, wiping away any kind of dust or fallen leaves on the seat. Out of his school jacket, he pulls a small notepad with an accompanying pen. To keep his thoughts sorted, he used it for groceries and whatever he needed to do outside that day.
And he flips to an empty page, looking over at the woman briefly before beginning his rendition of ‘her son’. It takes him a few meticulous minutes to complete the drawing. Once finally satisfied, Kanji nods, holding up the notepad to show the other.
“Not really my best work but he’s there alright.” It literally looks like a thirty-minute portrait sketch. “Look familiar at all to you?”
Hmm, truth be told she expected much worse.
Legs finally unfold and she’s ushering herself to a proper upright position if only to steal a glance at his little piece of art. Humming in amusement she’s trotting over to kneel with hands braced to her knees and clearly scrutinizing his work. The well coiffed hair and glasses certainly added to the illusion that this child was her son.
“Oh my, not bad! I can see why you might mistake the boy for being related to me. Perhaps I should flag down this darling chap myself.”




















