[centre][b][h1][color=coral]Tabitha[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]
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Tabitha was involved in her sketching, she didn't sense or feel the man coming to her, standing beside her, as she reached for a colour, absorbed into her work. She liked it when that happened. She found it soothing. Humming to herself, she jumped when the man spoke, and hurriedly reached out to catch her pencils. Realising it was one of the people she had been watching and-oh god-he was the guy she was sketching right now, Tabitha blushed, glancing down at the drawing. She stared down at it, hoping that it was okay. 

[color=coral]"Oh, um. Yeah. That's generally what I go for"[/color] She said softly, taking a deep breath to sooth her flustered thoughts, she looked back up to the man, managing to give him a smile, bright and cheerful. She looked back down to her drawing, [color=coral]"Thank you. I generally try to....capture what I see"[/color] She said softly, moving to add a bit more colour, and finish it off. [color=coral]"Drawing...makes me feel centered"[/color] she said, wondering why she was trying to explain herself to a perfect stranger. 

And wondering if fate would really screw her over to have a cute guy seem interested in her when she was suppose to be getting married. She set the pencil she was using down in the case, looking at the drawing. That would just be too much like a punishment, although she had done nothing wrong. Tabitha beleived in marriage, what it stood for...but she also wanted love. She sighed, and holding the pad out so the man could see, since he already knew that she had been drawing him, she said [color=coral]"do you really think its good?"[/color] She asked, looking up at him and smiling, quite genuinly, before looking back to the drawing, satisfied with the results, liking the almost life like quality to it, now thaat she could see it against the real thing.