Sunlight | Open Starter
The sun was in the perfect spot for Oz to head outside and practice some of their drawings. They sat on a dry patch of grass, the blades tickling the small of their back as they hunched over their notebook and began making magic happen. The Quad was a great place to work because it allowed Oz the opportunity to watch everybody and attempt to mimic their postures in their art. But today, as he watched the passing students and teachers, they saw someone drop something.
“Ah.” The single syllable left their mouth as they watched the tiny, glistening paper drop onto the ground, seemingly catching the sun’s rays. They nibbled on their lower lip before scooping up the notebook and shoving the pencils into it. Oz stood up and hurried after the pencil, picking up the tiny paper that fell. “W-w-wait,” they called out, finally catching up to the person. “You dropped this... candy wrapper?”
The familiar words of a popular candy brand caught their attention, and Oz’s cheeks turned red from embarrassment. “I, uh... thought it was important,” they murmured, their voice becoming softer and softer the more he spoke. Their shoulders slumped. This is embarrassing.
