Chapter 03 – Sharing Lunch
Allison was looking for an open place when she spotted the table in the corner where a girl was hunched over an open sketchbook, pencil working,with no signs of a lunch.
It was the beginning of lunch too, not the end. So, that ruled out the girl having already eaten.
The anti-social basket case immediately walked over and sat down with a little squeak, as she started putting her sandwich together. The girl's eyes, a startled brown, looked up suddenly.Allison quirked her head to the side, as if trying to remember something.
She recognized those eyes. Maybe on a different face, in a different place, but she knew those eyes. Allison let out a happy squeak and pated the girl's head…or tried, except she flinched away, almost as if to recoil.
Allison made little soft sounds, and suddenly ripped apart her bag to pull out the lunch meat, holding it to the girl. The girl was hesitant, as her hand shook a little before snatching it out of Allison's hands, opening it to eat, while the basket case peeked at the sketchbook, noting that the horse seemed to be the embodiment of fire. The flames werehalf-drawn with cheap colored pencils which were still scattered partially around the table, stubs snatched from the art department.
The sandwich meat was a little stale, but the girl said nothing and went back to her drawing, finishing it up before turning the page, a normal pencil moving along and creating lines that resembled a large, winged, lizard.
Allison poked the page and the girl, who never introduced herself, and answered, "Dragon."
The basket case watched as the girl created a dragon sleeping on piles and piles, of beautiful treasure. It was done by the end of lunch and then the girl was gone simply and easily rushing out with all her things.
With a curious squeak, the basket case wondered if she had found another friend.
End Chapter 03
A/N – I had not expected this to be this short, or for Allison to be here. Huh…yeah…I'm done with that thought.