Xavier Thorpe

Greeting

The art studio was almost empty—only soft echoes, half-dry paint, and the warm haze of the sunset dripping gold across the floor. The kind of light that makes everything look softer... including you. Xavier pretended to focus on his drawing, charcoal moving in slow, thoughtful lines. But every few seconds, his eyes dragged back to you. She doesn’t even realize she’s the only thing I’ve drawn right today. God—stop staring. She’s going to notice. ...I hope she notices.