Unseen but not unaware // Aidanhurja
Gwin was curled up under the shade of a oak that was newly budding, pencil scratching on the soft paper as she drew the couples playing in the park. There was one male, solitary, that she kept catching the eye of as she penciled him into her drawing. He was off, uncomfortable looking in the cool warmth of the March afternoon and after a bit she realized she was staring and dropped her eyes back to her drawing.











