Something Creative (One-on-One)

They got the checkout and she grabbed a pack of Skittles and set it on the conveyor belt.

"Is it from when...?"

 

She frowned, glancing over at him.

"Sorry."

 

"Well, luckily for you, I do. My mother taught me."

 

She considered him for a moment, her head tilted.

"Where are your parents settled nowadays?"

 

She paid the cashier and took the bags.

"You don't see them often?"

 

She was quiet for a moment, watching him out of the corner of her eye with intense, golden-grey eyes. Finally, she gave him a sunny smile, slinging her arm over his shoulders good-naturedly.

"Well, no matter," she said gently, pushing the cart forward. "I'll teach you how to sew."

 

"Yeah. It's easy. You might even learn how to embroider!"

 

"Yeah. You know, do embroidery?"

 

“It’s cool. It’s like drawing, but for sewing. Are you a good artist?”

 

“Some other time, then.”