The book had ended, and Leonardo abruptly left the library. He seemed slightly disappointed that Fey had drew back from his grip, but she didn't think too much about it. She would seem him in Art very soon. It seemed to be a counselor's joke, to place them in the same classes. She stood up and stretch, her muscles relaxing from all the tension. Fey bent down and picked up her bag and slowly walked out of the library and to her next class. She truly enjoyed Art class. There was no need to take notes, just quiet peacefulness.
When she entered the art room, she noticed Leonardo was sitting alone at the back. Everyone was sitting int he front, and filled most of the table's expect for the one Leonardo was in. Her fault for not walking fast enough, without much thought she sat down at the same table as Leonardo, but on opposite sides. She could of asked a table to move a bit to fit her in, but as much as she was nice and naive, she was an outcast for being too 'nerdy' and quiet. It hurt her, to know she really didn't have any friends expect the ones from her old school. With smooth movements she pulled out her sketch book and starting drawing. Fey enjoyed drawing human bodies and facial expression, it pleased her to know she was able to create many different types of human emotions on paper. Peeking at Leonardo, she saw that he has his eyes closed, rubbing his temples...Almost made him seem like...
Without thinking, she starting sketching him.