My phone buzzes again, and I check the alert. It's a text from Kyler, thanking me for the gifts and asking when I'm headed back home so I can visit. Is Baltimore still home? I'm not sure if it is anymore.
I check the rest of my notifications while I've got my phone out and notice one from InASnap.
JaggedLines, someone you follow, posted a new photo.
Who the hell is that? I tap on it, and it opens to my private account feed. "JaggedLines" post sits at the top. It's a pencil drawing of an older woman, in her seventies, maybe? She's reading a book, brows furrowed, as if she read something unexpected.
The caption reads: 'Plot Twist'.
That's it. Nothing else.
I don't remember following this account. My memory is top-notch. I'd remember this. And I'm pretty careful about who I follow. Could someone I already follow have changed their username?
But that's impossible because every single post is a pencil drawing. They aren't portraits—the people in them aren't posed. It's like seeing a snapshot of real life in art form. I tap on one, a young kid, headphones half on and a Frisbee in one hand. The caption reads 'High Flyer.' I scroll down a few more photos and wait, was that—I scroll back up. It fucking is. That's fucking Kevin, elbows on the bar, a beer mug in his hands. His hat is off kilter, and his face a blank stare.
The caption 'The Pill-sner' makes me laugh out loud.
The comments are interesting, and there are a lot.
KaDee8472: Dude your work is fire.
PlayaPlayaMD: I wish you'd sell these.
ThatBitchBetty: Who are these people?
YardleyYarYar: Why does he look like this dude I know from town?
OpheliaHighKnee: Do you ask permission to draw these people?
NateDaGreat: Public place, he doesn't have to.
ThatBitchBetty: @NateDaGreat Why do you assume @JaggedLines is a he?
Yes, why NateDaGreat do you assume? I look at the bar and back at the picture. Taking a screenshot, I send it to Jade, followed by a text.
You're insanelytalented.
Storm Cloud
Don't know what you're talking about.
Will you draw me?
Storm Cloud
Absolutely not.
Why?
Storm Cloud
Why do you want me to draw you?
I want to see me through your eyes.
Storm Cloud
You're not Rose, and this isn't the Titanic
