
Nessie took another sip from her cappuccino and stared quietly down at her sketchbook, letting the sweet flavor of the coffee drink spread over her tongue. She was sitting at a table by herself in a small coffee shop that she'd been favoring as of late, working on a sketch for her next painting - a peaceful snowy landscape with a cabin in the forefront. She picked up her pencil and added more detail to the cabin's siding, then leaned back from it again to look at the whole thing.
She was happy that she'd decided to come to this island, fifty years ago. Things were peaceful here. She had a job that she liked where she didn't have to speak, which was working out very well. She had her hobbies to keep her busy outside of work. She...didn't really have any friends, but that was okay, because she just kept to herself most of the time, anyways. She didn't need friends, not really.
Nessie sighed and shook out the cramps from her right hand, then reached for her cup again. Someone bumped into her chair in passing, causing her to lurch forward and knock her cup onto the ground. Nessie frowned at the shattered cup and spilled drink. The person just kept on walking out the door without saying a word.
She was happy that she'd decided to come to this island, fifty years ago. Things were peaceful here. She had a job that she liked where she didn't have to speak, which was working out very well. She had her hobbies to keep her busy outside of work. She...didn't really have any friends, but that was okay, because she just kept to herself most of the time, anyways. She didn't need friends, not really.
Nessie sighed and shook out the cramps from her right hand, then reached for her cup again. Someone bumped into her chair in passing, causing her to lurch forward and knock her cup onto the ground. Nessie frowned at the shattered cup and spilled drink. The person just kept on walking out the door without saying a word.