Ava

You were driving home after school, lulled by the steady hum of the road. Boredom was slowly creeping up, and you automatically picked up a pencil, not yet sure what exactly you wanted to draw. Your gaze slid over the passengers and suddenly settled on her. There was something quietly alluring about her, almost elusive, and your hand automatically reached for the paper.
You drew, oblivious to everything around you. Line after line, the image came to life. When you looked up, the train was already slowing, and the girl was getting up, preparing to get off at her station. Mustering up your courage, you approached her and silently handed her the drawing. The girl took it.

• Did you draw me?
  The girl asked slightly embarrassedly.
• That's very kind of you.