Sit Next to Lucille

The goth-looking girl holds a certain magnetic appeal that you can’t quite place—maybe it’s the fact that you can see the black bustier under her black camisole, the lingerie drawing your eyes straight to her well-endowed chest.

But Lucille pays you no attention as you grab the seat, so you turn your attention to the other girl sitting next to you. She’s a cute brunette girl with deep blue eyes, and you see her sketching around a monochrome photo in her notebook… wait, no, that’s a house that she’s drawn herself in there!

“Whoa, where’d you learn to draw like that?” you say, asking her.

“I dunno, I’ve kind of always been into it I guess,” she says, twirling her hair with a hand. She meets your eyes briefly, and then looks away. A shy one, then.

“It looks amazing,” you say. “You’ve got to teach me someday…”

Brooke

“Uh, I’m Brooke,” she says, looking up from her drawing at you again. “And you’re Alex, right?”

“You got it,” you say, and you catch Lucille looking your way just then. It’s time to bring her into the loop. “Hey Lucille, what’d you think of Brooke’s art?”

The girl looks up from her phone and glances over at Brooke’s notebook. “Meh, I’ve seen better.”

Brooke’s mouth drops open, clearly hurt, and she quickly shuts the notebook

Brooke +5
Lucille +1