[ Once she hands over the phone, she moves to rest her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands, her eyes focusing on the ocean. She doesn't like watching people look at her art, it feels invasive and personal. And she doesn't want to pressure someone to react a certain way.
And for some reason, it's important to her that this guy likes her stuff. It's a weird thing to need, to want. She barely knows him but maybe it's the passion she can sense within him that makes her want it for her own or at least, directed towards her in some regard.]
Thank you, [ she says, sitting up a bit and glancing at him, her hands on her knees as she flats her legs out. Of course, his question catches her off guard, a little. But Charlie's always been quick on her feet and she says something that's meant to fluster--]
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And for some reason, it's important to her that this guy likes her stuff. It's a weird thing to need, to want. She barely knows him but maybe it's the passion she can sense within him that makes her want it for her own or at least, directed towards her in some regard.]
Thank you, [ she says, sitting up a bit and glancing at him, her hands on her knees as she flats her legs out. Of course, his question catches her off guard, a little. But Charlie's always been quick on her feet and she says something that's meant to fluster--]
You do have a very sketch-able form.