Rolling his shoulders, Earl stretched out the kinks he had built up over the hour. It was a beautiful day outside, just warm enough to be comfortable, and he had picked one of the best spots in the park to soak up whatever sunlight he could stand while watching everyone else enjoy the day. It was…
And… That should about do it!
Feliciano exhaled, giving the final product of his efforts a once-over. On his lap rested a large sketchpad. A rough drawing of a woman pulling a child along by the hand was etched onto the page. It was a wonderful sketch, done in only a couple minutes, but not up to his standards. A frown tugged at the man’s lips, and he rubbed some of the outlines, smudging them into a rounded picture.
It’s alright, but…
Closing the sketchpad, he sighed quietly to himself. It was a great day for the park; the weather was so pleasant that everyone had the brilliant idea to go for a stroll, and that large mass of people was just what Feliciano needed for inspiration. Although, he hadn’t yet been inspired by anyone or anything, but that was beside the matter.
He rose to his feet, brushing away the grass blades clinging to his jeans, and began to take the walk back to his apartment. Wondering regretfully why he’d chosen to walk to the park instead of taking a cab, Feliciano allowed his feet to lead the way.
East 85th Street to Park Avenue, then East 83rd to-
Feliciano never made it that far. His wandering eyes caught sight of a man, sitting down on a bench, alone, writing. The pen skipped across the paper, and he was caught in a breathless trance by the picturesqueness of it all. Solitude, silence, serenity. Struck by some unkown force, he hurried over to the stranger.
Biting down on the corner of his cheek as he fumbled with his sketchpad before the other, Feliciano said hurriedly, “Ah, sir, could you do me a favour and not move for a moment? I, eh, I know that sounds really weird and all, but please, just- just keep doing what you’re doing, pretend I’m not even here, okay? This’ll only take a minute or two, I promise. And I never break my promises.”
And with that, he began to sketch the stranger without even catching his name.
Earl jerked in surprised, not expecting a man to come out of seemingly nowhere, though to be honest he wasn’t really paying attention. Earl tilted his head to him and blinked once before his mind registered what the other had said. ”I… What?” In confusion he looked the other over, eyes landing on the sketch pad just before the stranger took it up and started drawing. Certainly one spotted artists, both professional and hobbyist, out in the park but this was the first time he was really approached by someone with the intent to capture him on paper.
Well, that was fine. If this is what the man wanted, who was Earl to refuse him? Inspiration struck at odd times, as he knew far too well himself. Moving his head back, he tried to get the general position he was in before, pen still moving but this time he was writing down something much more interesting than a small family.
"So why not tell me you name at least." He hadn’t moved, but that couldn’t stop him from at least starting a conversation. "Or do you still want me to pretend you’re not there?"