C31 CHAPTER THIRTY ONE- Her signature smile.

MY HANDS MOVED fluently on their own accord around the scrawny sketch pad now covered in scrambled up images. I had the picture in my head yet whenever I tried to put it down to paper it always came out so wrong.

'Why?'

I nearly screamed out of frustration at the remedy then I stopped for just a moment to take in my hand work. It was a rough sketch indeed