Life is Sketchy Who: Molly, Open When: 11:00 am Where:Cyamites
Molly sat quietly, for once. In fact she hardly seemed like herself as a large cup of Chi, decorated with smudges of light charcoal, sat on the table in front of her, rapidly cooling in the air conditioning. She had a cell phone on the table and her eyes would flick to it as her pencil made sweeps over an art pad, occasionally her already blackened fingertips would move to smudge here or there. Her tongue was just peeking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated, a tiny line forming between her brows.
She sighed and reached to take another sip of Chi. No coffee for her. Vibrating was not good when a steady hand was required. She squinted and leaned closer to the paper as she went back to work.