As the cafe going with the same hustle and bustle late in the morning
Arin trying get a sneek into 'Elen' drawing book, as the order served Elen took the scone and dipped into the coffee and started to chew thoughtfully staring at the sketchbooks blank page
As the cafe owner Arin started serving hundred of people form a very young age who sat on the same seat , all from travler to local on their day off. But non of them act like Elen did (opening a sketch book with blank page).
Elen like a master of drawing started drawing.
The flow of her hands were smooth. Like something she drew every time and remember it back of her head
"You sketch a lot ,don't you?" Arin said,
Elen startled looked up . Notised Arin smiling at her peaking into the book. Elen giving a look of knowing question would come said,
"Only when the place is loud in a quite way"
He smiled "well that sound ... poetic"
"It's not.." she said with a small laughter " it just how I hear thing . Your cafe hums . It's not like music or noise ... It's like texture, on the brushed canvas"
Arin bilnked knowing what she said and it's familiarity into the pattern he notised
"Mind if I peek" Arin asked,
Elen glanced up she didn't hide and directly showing what she had darwn
Arin bilnked
To Arin suprise she didn't draw th cafe or the articture but draw people but not in potrait, but he shapes ,lines and pattern of fellings in curve and flow . The old couple was drawn I tow swirl ,heads touching. The baker in firm shapes and light bursts coming form him . The bell was also ,in the the shape of small flicker .
He was also in the picture swirling near the counter
"You ... You draw feelings" he said , suprised
"Not quite " Elen lips curled "I draw what people leave behind"
She looked into his eyes and said "your cafe hums but most don't"
Arin sat across her forgetting that he was suppose to work
" I keeps note like that too" he said taking out a black note book "but not picture"
Placing the note infront of Elen
She tilted her head and flipped to a random page
'8:43- bell rang a bit early for the people coming with bad news'
'9:24- Elen sketches moods -Mrs Elerin--flowing curve'.
She raised an eyebrow, but didn't laugh
"Your listening too" she asked instead
Arin leaned closer to her and said "to what?"
Elen looking around suspiciously inthe cafe , which was subtle and lingred morning dew , something shimmered beneath
Something just out of reach
"The under current" she said " whatever ti keeps the people in rhythm. Your tuned in"
He hadn't head describe like this before but it made sense
They sat in silence looking at eachother, a companionable silence
Elen return to her sketching and Arin turn towards the cafe counter to start work ...
But both remained aware of the thin line connecting their tables.
By the time she finished her coffee and started to get out , took a long glance at Arin . Not someone link saying goodbye but taking a mental note of the person infront
"See you tomorrow?" Arin said bege rhe could stop himself
"If the rhythm lets me " Elen said with Simle
And just like that , she was gone
Bell chimed
Arin picked up his note book
'9:59- Elen leaves . Bell chimed softer sketchbook?=mirror?'
He underlined it twice