Shine Of The Encounter

Eve had had a nightmare last night.
It had been the same as always, of that white room scorched black and grey. Of all those bodies, on top of each other. Their faces...
Eve shook his head slightly and gripped the brush in his hand. Eve had painted that nightmare countless times, and he had burned the paintings of it countless times. But that scene, that living nightmare, was forever going to stick with him. He knew it.
Eve has a small canvas and his travel size kit of oil paints with him. He was in a coffee shop, painting the mundane. Eve stared out of the window to the street and painted looking at the canvas briefly now and then. He painted life, he painted as it was, but sometimes it was fun to dabble with expressionism, paint it how it felt. And the street today was green, yellow and orange in the sun.
Eve stopped painting for a minute to look at the canvas more carefully. As he expected, he wanted to fix some of the details, wanted to make people's faces more distinct. But he held himself back, because this was actually also a school assignment.
Eve set his brush down and looked around inside the coffee shop. It was a humble place but Eve saw beauty in it. In the simplicity, in the mellow colours, in the waitress that looked like she had secrets. Everybody had secrets. Eve looked at the waitress' hair, it had a tint of blue in it when the light from outside shone on it. How aesthetically pleasing.
As the waitress came closer Eve lifted his hand slightly, and the golden and silver hoops he had on today jingled a bit.
"Excuse me. I know this might sound strange to you and I'll apologize in advance but could there be any way you might let me sketch you? I paint."
Eve lifted the painting he had been making, the paint was still a little wet.

@Cypress

When the waitress tilted her head Eve kind of wanted to tilt his head with her. The move was birdlike and fascinating and it made her hair shine in that beautiful shade of blue again.
"Anyone can be sketching material. Besides..."
Eve gestured towards her hair and tried to conjure up a tiny smile on his stoic face.
"Your hair is really aesthetically pleasing to the eye. I'd love to make use of the fact that I am carrying my paints with me today."
Eve nodded a little to his travelling size paint kit. He had already decided what colors he was going to use.
"But, I will not pressure you any more than this. After all, you are working."
Eve picked up his brush again and started cleaning it with idle, long wipes.

Eve watched as Sinaloa planted herself into the chair opposite of him, fascinated by this strange individual. She truly resembled a bird, looking at things with wonder and pecking anything that looks interesting. Even now as she poked the things on the table Eve saw her looking at his paints. Eve wanted to chuckle but stopped himself, not wanting to insult her.
"When I say aesthetically pleasing I mean that it looks beautiful, in an artistic way. I want to paint your hair because it has a fascinating blue hue."
Eve adjusted himself on the chair and smiled just a little bit again.
"I don't know if I'll be more interesting than work but I will do my best to keep you entertained."
Now Eve chuckled and bend down to dig his sketchbook with paper for paint from his bag.
"You can touch the paints if you want, as long as you don't use too much. They are pretty expensive, after all."
Eve said as he straightened and opened a fresh paper, pencil in his hand. He started sketching.
"Be however you want to be, and talk to me if you want. I have a sharp eye, I don't mind movement."

Eve took note of all the girl's gestures and moves, put them in the picture he was creating. Picture of a flighty, unsure, scared bird girl. Or at least that was what Eve was picking up. Naturally Eve wanted to know how the girl had come to be like this but that would obviously be a sensitive subject. So let's start slow.
"You don't have to worry, I am not flirting with you or anything. I prefer men. But when I said your hair is beautiful I meant it. I find beauty in everything, everyone, I can't help it. You have beauty, believe me or not."
Eve sent a gentle, soothing gaze to the girl as he looked at her again to immortalize another one of her features.
"A rare kind of beauty, one I, nor anyone else, could never possess."
Eve sighed lightly as he took an eraser and wiped one small line away, just to replace it with another almost identical one. But it looked different for Eve. Everything looked different for him.
"I think it's appropriate for me to introduce myself. I'm Eve Dawning, I study oil painting and mythology at the academy. You don't need to introduce yourself if you don't feel comfortable doing so."

Eve didn't comment on the girl not wanting her hair to be seen, although he thought it was a shame. Her hair truly was pretty, at least to Eve. But Eve really thought that nearly everything had something beautiful in it so maybe he was biased.

Eve jumped just a bit when the girl jumped up but he didn't stop sketching while she was gone. He really did have a sharp eye and the girl's face was clear in his memory.
When the girl came back with some hot chocolate and a mountain of whipped cream on top of it Eve smiled to himself a bit.
"Whatever works for you, miss."
Eve continued sketching and since he wanted to try making small talk he spoke to the girl with a low, soothing tone.
"How is it to work here? And remember to say if you don't want to talk. I'll shut up then."