just when sophie thought she was taking control of the situation, mitch threw her off her game again. she tensed again, her face bright red. damn, she really wasn’t used to things like this. she was quiet as she continued to draw, unable to keep her fingers from trembling. ❝ yeah, they’re— they’re really pretty. your eyes! not, mine or anything, i— ❞ she cleared her throat, shaking her head.
❝ i think that— you, in general— ❞ she wasn’t sure how she had the courage right now to say anything, but the words crept out of her mouth, with her unable to stop them. she wasn’t sure she wanted to stop them. ❝ that you’re fairly … nice— t—to draw! ❞ nope, not what she was wanting to say, but she had to roll with it now. ❝ i mean, you have a really … nice face structure. handsome. ❞ whoops! there it was!
sophie sat for a moment, sitting upon her words before realizing what she said. she squeaked, dropping her pencil as she put her face in her hands. ❝ i’m so sorry! i’m so sorry, i don’t know what i’m saying, i—i am so stupid, i— just forget i said that, okay? ❞ she said, glancing at him from in between her fingers. she definitely didn’t think she was wrong. she definitely did think he was handsome — but she couldn’t just say that to his face. it was so embarrassing.
she looked down at the paper, the drawing mostly complete. she pushed the sketchbook off her lap towards him, scooting away. ❝ i’ll—i’ll just go, i’m so sorry for making things all weird, you can— you can keep that— ❞ nope, giving him the whole sketchbook was a stupid idea. but if she were honest, she wasn’t thinking clearly. she stood up, unsure if she could get any redder.
ADMITTEDLY , her words catch him off guard. she thought he was handsome ? HIM ? the guy currently covered in dirt & rabbit blood ? that didn’t seem likely , at least not coming from the girl who might as well be a HUMAN FLOWER. he finds himself staring back at her , big eyes blinking dumbly as he tries to find any string of words to come out.
but then she’s up -- was she leaving ? ❛ wait---- ❜ his legs drag him up , which causes the book to fall onto the ground. ❛ shit, ❜ he whispers , quickly moving to grab it. he looks back to her & takes a breath , brain still trying to catch up.
❛ YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL. ❜ that’s really all his mind could summon up. if she called him handsome , he would return it. it was what he was thinking anyway. with her cheeks matching her hair , she really never looked better. ❛ i mean--- no , i mean that. seriously. we could. . . literally die at any moment , so. . . yeah. you’re beautiful. ❜
❛ this is yours---- ❜ he holds the sketchbook out. ❛ i don’t want to take it. you need it. ❜ he steps over , chewing at the inside of his cheek as she smiles a bit. ❛ ah--- you have something on your cheek , ❜ he mumbles , looking at the pencil smudge against her skin. his hand extends , wiping the smudge as best he can. he smiles , then gets bold , leaning over & pressing a kiss to her cheek. as he leans back , he’s redder than her. ❛ got it. ❜