❝An artist studies a masterpiece.❞

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Once again, Mikaela felt like the school was missing something. Or more like...she's missing someone.

Aaron is absent once again.

She sat behind his empty desk, his drawing pad in her possession. I need to find him... she thought, determined.

School passed by like a blur. Mikaela crossed the street from her school to the park. Where she goes after school most of the time.

"Where is he...?" She muttered a little too loudly, and suddenly bumped into a tall, hard 'thing'. Looking up, she noticed it was Aaron, in his usual dark hoodie and jeans. He stared back at her brown eyes, a sly grin on his lips.

"Took you long enough..." he mumbled and took his drawing pad, still smiling.

"H-huh?" Mikaela replied, confused.

"I knew you'd take my drawing pad and try to find me," he remarked, this time smirking.

Her cheeks felt warmer than usual and she glanced away. He chuckled. "It's alright, Mika."

M-mika? She thought, blushing even more.

"I have to go now," she stuttered and quickly turned on her heel, walking away.

"Have a nice day." His voice made her stomach twist and turn, her heart fluttering.

"Yeah..." she mumbled. "You too."

This girl is so predictable...yet, intriguing, he thought as a smile tugged at his lips.