Heidi flinches and looks over her shoulder at me. “Hey,” she says.
“You just do that?”
She nods, looking embarrassed, though I’m not sure why. “Yeah...”
I sit down beside her on the log, my gaze still locked on that drawing. “Can I see?” I ask.
After a moment of hesitation, she hands me the sketchbook. I tilt it slightly, letting the firelight fill the page so I can see it better.
“That’s incredible,” I say.
“It’s nothing...”
“No, really. You definitely...” I glance at Seth. He’s out like a light and... drooling slightly. “Captured his essence.”
Heidi chuckles.
I turn a page back in the book without thinking.
Another portrait... of me?
“And what’s this?” I ask.
“Just... the pose you did in class,” she answers quickly.
I nod, recognizing it. Sitting down, leaning forward. One hand on the forehead.
I turn another page.
Heidi stiffens. “Uh...”
Another portrait. Also of me, but...
Lying down on my back. Arms resting behind my head. Eyes closed. Smirking lips.
“That’s not a pose I did in class,” I say.
She doesn’t speak.
I pinch the page and peek at her to see if she’ll stop me, but she doesn’t. I find another sketch of me with my arms above my head. A flexed torso. Alpha Delta Xi tattoo on my taut ribs.
I smile. “Homely guy.”
Heidi breathes a laugh. “Yeah.”
“They all stop at the wrists,” I say, taking notice.
“Yeah...” She shrugs. “I can’t draw hands.”
“No?”
She shakes her head. “They’re my nemesis, to be honest...”
“You just need practice. Here.” I give the sketchbook back to her and present my hand, holding it steady between us. “Go ahead.”
“You want me to draw your hand?” she asks.
“Yeah. Go for it. I can sit still for a long time. Seriously. Sometimes, I get paid for it.”