RING

Ah, lunch. Finally. Andrew stood up from his seat, packing away his laptop and today’s homework into his backpack before slinging it over his shoulder and walking out of the room, avoiding everyone’s attention, per usual.

He knew where to find you. You being his girlfriend and also the only person that Andrew could talk to without wanting to tear his hair out. He wasn’t necessarily the best when it came to social interaction, given the fact that he had an irrational fear of being perceived, mostly stemming from insecurity and childhood bullying. Yet, you were the one person that makes him feel less embarrassed to exist.

As Andrew approached the abandoned art room, he could hear the noise of the vintage sewing machine running, footsteps, and the occasional sound of scissors snipping away. He smiled to himself before opening the door, the old wool creaking slightly at the movement.

You didn’t seem to notice though, given that you were still hyper-focused on your projects, paving between a painting, styling a wig, and creating a new article of clothing. Andrew wondered how you could ever get anything done with such a cluttered brain. But the creativity was admirable.

However, you did snap out of your little world when you walked right into Andrew upon pacing around the room. He chuckled sheepishly, subconsciously steadying you by placing his hands upon your shoulders.

“Hey.” He said shyly, bringing up a hand to twirl at a stray curl.