Flash Fiction Friday: A Welcoming Smile

He watched as she sat on a park bench writing in a notebook.  Her clothes told of her unique artistic tastes with the form fitting black pants, bright multicolored blouse, and green scarf.  She was also wearing ankle high canvas chucks, one red and one blue denim and she had streaks of pink in her golden blonde hair.

He’d always been fascinated by the uniqueness of artists.  They seemed to be more open minded than other people, and they had a vast array of interests.  He always wondered what it would be like to love an artist.

She paused from her writing, looking up.  Their eyes met.  She smiled and returned to her writing.

He crossed the grass and sat down next to her.

“Hi, my name is David.”

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