The sight of the cafe at the corner of the curb was a sight, inside the windows were many people gathered in to have a look of the owner. I stood there my journal in hand, I walked into the glass door a bell chiming signaling my presence looking over the counter was a woman with unusual features. Her hair as white as her skin, and her eyes as red as blood and her lips stood out as dark as her eyes. " Would you like a seat Miss?" A waitress said her eyes looking at mine. " Y-yeah," I said my eyes still on the woman across the room.

Sitting at my seat I opened my journal picking up my pencil as I finished the sketch of a woman sitting at the bus stop with her child sitting next to her, the child crying because his ice cream fell off his cone the mother trying to comfort him. The feeling of having a mother was a mystery to me, she always kept her self from ever seeing me. My father neither did I know where she had settled, all I know was that she the most beautiful woman my father had ever known.

Knowing this I always drew pretty woman to try and satisfy my father, but he acknowledged my talent in drawing sometimes he would complement my drawing only if it reminded him of my mother. " Is there anything you would like?"

A voice said startling me from my mindless sketching. Looking up I could see the woman looking down at me her red eyes drowning in my brown eyes. " Y-yeah, just the Iced vanilla chai latte please," I said my hands starting to sweat her face burning my mind, she was the next person to draw, my hopes rising as I thought my father acknowledging my skill. " Okay, and what size?"

She said again breaking my thoughts. " O-oh 12 oz is fine," I said trying to make eye contact. " Okay, it'll be a minute is there anything else?" She said her eyes wondering to my drawing, " Oh no thanks," I said slightly sweating, " Okay, by the way, that's a really good drawing, you should draw me sometime," She said as she brushed a stray of hair from her face, 'I was already planning to.' I thought as I closed my journal as I thanked her.

Walking through the park I could feel the wind softly brushing the branches of the pink colored blossoms blooming in the spring air. Sipping my drink I look over at the man in his boat a fishing rod in hand. He looked calm but something told me he was lonely over to my right was a young girl holding her paintbrush as she painted a young man sitting at a fountain reading a book.

The feeling of loneliness surrounded me, the girl longed for the boy to notice her, the boy with the book wanted to talk to someone who understood his life of loneliness, the old man sat there wishing for someone to listen to his tall tales wishing someone to laugh with. But there was also happiness and love in the air, a little girl skipping with her dad, a women holding a mans hand. Two friends playing tag, all these emotions filled my hard with sorrow and longing.

I've been wishing my whole life to feel something of love, loneliness was all too familiar it pained me to see the little boy with his mother at the bus stop, my mother was gone for my whole life, but I felt happy for the little boy who had his mother there for him.

Sitting at a bench I sip the drink and notice a note written on the plastic cup in sharpie, ' Come and draw me sometime' Was all it said I could hear my heart start to beat rapidly, my cheeks warm and flustered. Someone I could talk to was just across the street working in a cafe.