#amore-e-dor

{†}—Xavier sketched out the rough form of the man sitting across from him on the subway. The Russian teen had headphones in, and only glanced up to get a better look at his artistic subject. He hadn’t realized how often he’d looked up.

    At this point he probably had four or five half-finished sketches of the other when the subway hit a curve and made him drop the sketchbook at the feet of the other man, making him curse in Russian from the slip up.