sorry for the delay! weekdays suck :|
“Oh!” Nadia jolted as if she’d been physically prodded, the sketchbook flipping shut; she then held it back out to the other woman, abashed and embarrassed. “I did not realise—I thought it was left behind from… you know, before. Someone dead.”
She’d pressed the sketchbook back into Avery’s hands as if it were burning her. Then, with that taken care of, she took a closer look at the stranger whose privacy she’d accidentally blundered into: around the same age as herself, it seemed, although she couldn’t have been from the library. Nadia scooted over slightly, an invitation to sit down if ever there was one. Her smile was apologetic, fleeting. “You’re very good. How long have you been drawing?”