Imagine your OTP drawing while they sit in a cafe (or any setting, really). Person A's drawings are coming out well, but Person B isn't so talented. Person B gets a bit upset, and complains to Person A, who just smiles and draws their version of Person B's drawings.
Awkwardly shuffling in his seat, Ryder stared down at the stick figure and sighed. He quickly picked up his pencil and drew hair on his stick figure and a triangle dress, nodding his head. "Just a little bit more life-like." He murmured, shrugging. "What?" Marley smiled, looking up from her piece of paper and smiling at Ryder.
"Nothing." Ryder shook his head and looked back down at his drawing, drawing more hair on the head. Ryder couldn't help but feel disappointed at his drawing—it was so childlike and so… bad.
Ryder lifted his head slightly and stared at the piece of paper Marley was drawing on and sighed again, noticing that Marley's drawing was way better than his. It was a lightly sketched picture of a hot air balloon in the sky with loads of clouds and a little cartoon-ish owl sitting in the basket.
"Why is there an owl?" Ryder whispered to Marley, taking his cup of coffee and taking a small sip—still completely upset that he could not draw at all… and that he couldn't even read properly after all of these years and write. I can't do anything, Ryder thought, wrapping his hand tighter around his mug. "Well, you can't have an empty air balloon, can you?" She smiled brightly, sipping at her tea and looking back down at the air balloon. She added another cloud to the corner of the paper and frowned at it, rubbing it out with the end of the pencil. "How do you draw a cloud?" Ryder asked, tapping his pencil against the table and staring down at the stick figure on his paper.
"Like… a cloud." Marley giggled, looking up at Ryder. Ryder pulled a smile and looked back down at his faceless stick figure drawing a small, weird smiley face on it, adding more hair and flowers on the dress to try and make it look possibly better, but making it just fail even more than before.
Ryder drew some grass along the bottom of the paper and frowning when the grass didn't even look like grass… it just looked like a line.
"God dammit, this is pissing me off." Ryder said loudly, throwing his pencil on the paper and watching it bounce onto the floor. Marley looked up from her perfect drawing and to Ryder, watching him sadly. "Ryd?" She whispered, sliding her hand across the wooden table. She took his hand and kissed it lightly, staring up at him curiously. "What's the matter? What's wrong?"
"I can't…" Ryder took a deep breath and squeezed Marley's hand tightly. "I can't draw."
"Show me. I'll be the judge of that." Marley whispered, clearing the used cups and sugar wrappers to the side and staring at Ryder's drawing of the little adorable stick figure. "Aw." She smirked, pulling the paper closer to her and holding it up in the air. She smiled at the little flower patterned dress and brought the paper down slightly, staring at Ryder over the paper . "This is completely adorable." She whispered, resting the paper back on the table. "No, it isn't. Stop lying." He whispered, crossing his arms angrily. "Ryd, it's cute." Marley whispered, giggling slightly.
"Marls, it's not. It looks like a five year old drew this."
"No, Ryd," She sighed, leaning across the table and kissing Ryder's lips lightly. "No. It looks perfectly fine."
"Fix it for me." Ryder whispered, crossing his arms angrily. "What do you mean?" Marley whispered, raising her eyebrows and staring directly into Ryder's perfect, puppy dog eyes. "I want you to draw your awesome version of my stick figure." Ryder muttered, pointing down at the stick figure. Marley huffed and fell back in her seat. "Fine." She shook her head and snatched the paper from Ryder, pushing it in front of her and staring down at it.
Ryder watched Marley closely as she rubbed out little parts of his stick figure—the face, the details on the dress and the small little ears—before replacing them with her own cutely doodled version. The eyes on the stick figure looked so similar to how they were before except slightly bigger, and the little nose Ryder had drawn on the colorful stick figure looked the same, along with the mouth and the dress designs—with the occasional love heart.
The only thing Marley changed was the sky—she put a bunch of clouds in the sky along with a sun in the corner wearing sunglasses and a big smile on its face. Marley spun it around and showed Ryder, who was smiling only slightly at the picture. "Why didn't you change it?" Ryder whispered, pushing the paper down and widening his eyes at Marley. "Because it's perfect," Marley said, leaning across the table and taking Ryder's face in her hands. "Like you."
"You're perfect." Ryder hid his blush by leaning forward and kissing Marley softly. Marley smiled and pulled away slightly before pressing her lips to Ryder's once more.
Getting totally and completely lost in the kiss, Marley moved to the side a little bit and knocked Ryder's mug of coffee off of the table. It went crashing to the ground, the mug cracking and the coffee going all over the café floor. "Oops." Marley laughed, quickly standing up and pulling Ryder from his seat, collecting her and Ryder's picture. "Let's go, quickly, quickly." She chuckled, grabbing his hand tightly and pulling him out of the door of the Lima Bean, giggling sweetly. Ryder laughed too and faced Marley, taking his picture back from her. "I'm framing that once I get home." Marley said, poking the paper lightly. "Really?" Ryder whispered.
"Catch me if you can!" She shouted, pulling the paper from him and darting down the street. The sweetest possible thing ever, Ryder thought with the shake of his head, darting after his girlfriend.