neither of you two know how it happened. he just happened to settle into the art studio right next to yours, and everything seemed to bloom from there. it began with the occasional greetings keiji gave you every time he just so happened to arrive and leave his studio at the same times as you.

you returned those greetings, obviously. those quiet "good morning's" and others turned into a little conversation in the hallway, then became a get to know each other "date" at some cafe downtown. you've gotten comfortable enough to allow him into your studio and him into yours. you're a painter and he does pottery. so different yet so similar.

keiji admires your work but admires you even more. much more. your paintings don't come near to your face, already a work of art on it's own. who knew the little waves or subtle "get home safe's" would land you two here? you were in his studio once again tonight, and he offered to let you try out his wheel.

now, keiji's sitting behind you on a separate stool. his chest pressed to your back, hands over yours as the wet clay ran along the palms of your hands and pads of your fingers and onto his."a little lower," keiji says in a murmur, guiding your hands lower on the shaped clay on the spinning wheel.

"you're doing an excellent job." he praises quietly, cheek against the side of your head as he rested his chin on your shoulder. he held and touched you so carefully like the work he carved with his hands. so gently.