Snippet #1452933

Alejandro had enjoyed watching Angelina that day. Sure, she'd gotten detention (probably because of him) but still, everything she did was magical to him. He told himself it was because she was different, he had always been fascinated with humans, of course he would enjoy being around the first one he truly met.

He watched her searching through the park, debating about whether or not to just go ahead and give her the sketchbook back. He had looked at all the pictures she'd drawn several times that day, he loved them. Each one was beautiful in it's own merit and deserved to by hung in a gallery. Or so he thought. He also figured that he should probably apologize for being less than polite earlier. So, he had a viable excuse to talk to her. Now all he had to do was set himself up for it.

So, he flew back quite a was before tucking his wings away and walking up to Angelina. He stood behind her and cleared his throat. He waited a moment and said, "Ah, looking for your sketchbook?" He held it out so she could get it. "I- uh, you left it here...You're a really good artist." He shrugged, "Sorry if I was rude before, I'm uh, not very good at talking to people." He looked down and said, "Anyway, just figured you come back for it. The sketchbook, I mean." Goodness, he was so awkward.