Smiling brightly at him, she sat, a hand moving to smooth her skirt as she did so. Glancing over to see if the other boy had resumed reading, Shiori opened her sketchbook to a new page and looked around for something she could deem interesting enough to draw. But, alas, everything seemed rather droll and... well, green. Nothing stood out.
So she sighed and twirled her pen between her fingers as she tried to think of something. It didn't have to be something from here, right? She could draw something from her imagination. Maybe she'd draw zombies attacking Tokyo, or a person literally erasing their scars, or...
Pen touching paper, Shiori began to draw herself and the other boy, sitting on the bench. Her imagination was utterly failing her right now.
"I think I've seen you before," she said as she lightly penned a line. "In the library or something. What year are you in?"
Hopefully he wouldn't take great offense if he happened to be in her class, or if they did something together before. Shiori was terrible with taking in her surroundings when she was drawing, which she usually did in school. As a result, she knew very little about her classmates.