He thought she was pretty, and reminded him of Kairi. Same figure, same eyes, same actions (well, almost).
And he thought about her more often than Kairi.
She was a mysterious beauty, and always had that sketchbook. Odd. She always was looking at him, studying him and biting her already shortened pencil. He looked at her, into her eyes, and she melted.
"A little to the right," she murmured, nodding. "That's it…" she said to herself. She talked to herself a lot. He stood up. "But I'm not done yet!" she protested defiantly. He smiled and sat down by her.
"Why are you always drawing?" he inquired, and she looked down.
"It's the only thing that sets me apart from them. The only thing that sets me free."