still people thinking I don’t notice.
I do see it, when you disappear. When you aren’t on my dash. I notice, I know, I check.
Especially when I know things are hard for you. If you don’t want me to care, too bad. You don’t have to block me over it.
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“Much. Even if you don’t feel it, pretending you are confident will carry you a long way. It’s just acting. You’ve done acting before, right?”
“Really Summer?” he groaned, rolling his eyes. “I am not an actor. Art is not acting. Art is expressing.”
She blinked at him, taken aback by his vehemence. “I said not a word about art. That’s a whole separate thing. Are you going to /express/ confidence, or not?”
“It does when you make /that/ face,” Summer laughed. “Straighten up, square your shoulders, that’s better.”
Isaac followed Summer’s demands, giving her a smile. “Is this better? I’m trying to impress people after all.”
“Much. Even if you don’t feel it, pretending you are confident will carry you a long way. It’s just acting. You’ve done acting before, right?”
“—-does this suit make me look like a boy playing dressup?” Isaac asked, looking up at the other with shy eyes.
“It does when you make /that/ face,” Summer laughed. “Straighten up, square your shoulders, that’s better.”
Isaac raised a brow, smirking over at the spectator. “Are you going to just watch or come pull these off me?”
“I really think I’d rather just watch right now. See what you come up with.”
“Uh, hi. Sorry? I’m looking for the library?”
Isaac looked up from his sketch pad, smiling at the girl. “Oh..um follow me?”
“Oh, thank god. I was afraid I’d never find anyone who knew where it was.” She peeked at the sketch pad, but refrained from asking. He might be shy about his art.
“It’s just right down this hall and to the left. I’m sorry, are you new here?” he asked, putting his pad away.
“Oh, no, I don’t go here.” She shook her head. “I’m just hoping to find a particular book for a paper I’m working on. I’ve already checked the campus library.”
“Uh, hi. Sorry? I’m looking for the library?”
Isaac looked up from his sketch pad, smiling at the girl. “Oh..um follow me?”
“Oh, thank god. I was afraid I’d never find anyone who knew where it was.” She peeked at the sketch pad, but refrained from asking. He might be shy about his art.