Draw Me Like One Of Your Cow girls

The next day, after class, you are on the grass of a pasture about five miles further away from civilization then campus. The warm air and gentle silence is perfect for letting you draw. You look up from your drawing every few seconds to eye your beautiful model. She's really good about standing still for you to work.

The owner of the ranch is a nice man if not a little bit faded. He is 90, has no wife or kids, and barely even pays attention to the place anymore. He has a crew who comes in during the mornings and evenings to make sure that everything that needs to get done gets done, but by in large for most of the day, the entire property is empty, without a single distraction.

The particular drawing you are working on doesn't have to be very good. You finish it within fifteen minutes, and thank your gracious model. Before you leave, you stop by the farmer's house and thank him for letting you stop by. He doesn't even remember letting you, but he takes the thanks gratefully.

Later that evening, you inevitably cross paths with the girl. She's in the quad, moving between classes. You can't help but notice the way that as she walks, her eyes scan the segment of the quad near the tree. You follow her back towards her dorm. You might have lost her at the doorway, if you hadn't bee so lucky as to have another student open the door for you right as she starts surging past you.

You pin the drawing to her doorway. The next time when she leaves her apartment, she'll find a well drawn picture of a cow in a pasture with a time and an address listed at the bottom.