It's 2:33 in the evening and Beca Mitchell decided to go to the nearest museum in town. She brought a pencil and blue leather bound art journal along with her, just in case inspiration struck. The end of the semester is right around the corner and she still doesn't have a clue what to make for her art project.
She wore her black skinny jeans, grey scoop neck shirt and red jacket.
Beca's glad because of the rush of warm air hitting her face as she entered the building. There weren't many people in the museum, making it so much easier for the brunette to relax and look around comfortably. Simple classical music was playing, matching the vibes of the art in the building.
Beca looks around as she sat on a couch in the middle of the room. Scanning the place. Skimming through the paintings on the wall and waiting 'till she sees something that could grab her attention.
But it wasn't something that got her attention. It was someone.
She gazed at the lady with hair like fire and eyes like the ocean sitting at the other side of the room, who seems to be in awe of the painting right in front of her.
Beca couldn't help but take out her pencil, open her journal and start drawing.
She drew a line that's supposed to resemble the lady's jawline, then a curve to resemble her chin and so on until she's finished the figure of the lady's face. She looked back up to her left and observed her model.
The lady's eyes were wide open, as if lost in another world, Beca thought. Hair placed on both sides of her shoulders, gracing over her perfectly sculpted collarbones and blue v-neck shirt. Arms crossed above her chest. Her pink lips were slightly parted, forming a little smile.
Beca wonders what it would be like to feel them against her own. In an instant, she blushed and looked back down to her journal because of the thought.
She continues drawing. Sketching. Making of the figure beside her, on paper. Line after line and curve after curve.
She drew a little line on her drawing. Resembling the small scar on the lady's forehead. She drew detail after detail. Taking her time to get it all right. But she knows that it won't be as perfect as the real thing.
Beca's heart started to beat rapidly. Nervous at the thought that the lady would notice her staring. So she side eyes. She pretends to look around her surroundings again and stops slightly as her eyes meet the object of her drawing.
But by the time she's finished the upper body, somebody called the lady. Snapping the redhead out of the little world she was in.
"Chloe there you are! Aubrey and I were looking for you, c'mon."
"Oh! Wait up Stace!"
The redhead stood up from her seat, glanced around the room once more and made her way towards her tall...tall...tall friend.
Chloe... Beca repeated the name in her head and wrote it down in big letters as well. And a smile formed on her face as she looks down at the drawing she made.
Beca felt like she was in a place that crossed both fantasy and reality. Because to her, this reality felt unreal. In an instant, Beca felt drawn to Chloe. She paid no mind to the other paintings in the room, she was already captivated by the masterpiece that is Chloe.