A/N: This is mostly my imagination knocking at my door. And yes, Linda is a character. With one line. XD However, so much can be assumed from that moment. Enjoy.
Linda takes up her pencil and draws a picture. It was high noon, and her eyes shut together for a moment, and admire the sound of birds on the peach trees and the little creek that flows against the decorated pond. Pebbles skip, almost simultaneously thrown by little hands, rosy from the excess of sunlight and play. The summer sky always uncovered the hidden beauty of the orphanage, which was hard to believe after four months of an icy winter.
She respects the details, the small features and their significance. To her wide hazel eyes, she knows it is beyond an image. It's part of a different whole. A simple way to release the beauty of that which is visual, something seldom seen with a memorable eye.
Her hands always move quickly, transforming what she sees into a paper copy.
Graphite and rubber, they are her tools. Life and observation, what inspires her. The life of an orphan child wasn't something to contemplate about, and yet, her pastime allowed her to sink herself into a happy world only she possessed and made her want to stay a little longer.
And then she looks at him. He crouches under the shadow of the terrace, eyes fixed downward towards the same puzzle he had been solving all that weekend without breaking concentration. He's quiet, taking small breaks to roll his finger around his white wavy locks, utterly uninterested in lemonade and water balloons.
And to Linda, it only gave her more of a reason to stare. She keeps still, holding her steady arm against her lap, and quietly fascinates. Near was peculiar and unique, whereas she was plain and simple. He was unemotional and analytical while Linda was sunny and distracted.
Perhaps this was the reason why she enjoyed sketching him more often than normal.
She turns back to her drawing and proceeds to depict him, hiding a shy giddy smile between her numerous childish freckles.