I watched as he repeatedly wrote something down as I expect was his notebook. I sketched his perfect and luscious lips. Accidentally day dreaming about how it felt pressed up against mine. I was startled when my bestfriend, Anne, came up behind me and scared me. "Boo!" She shouted in my ear "WAHHH!!! OH MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT FOR??" "Nothing, I just wanted to see that funny scared face you make" She said "Har, har, hardy, har, har..." I laughed sarcastically. "Your drawing him again?" I quickly closed my sketchbook. "Ha. Ha" I laughed nervously. "What do you mean?" She took the book from my grip. And opened it to a random page. "Your drawing John O'Callaghan again......" "Well" I sighed. "Its a different picture. Plus, its only my sixteenth picture..." "Sixteenth?!" I sheepishly nodded. "I think that's obsessive disorder already......." "I'm not obsessed!! I'm just....... Dedicated..." She laughed. "Sure, dedicated. You're soo dedicated that you've made 16 drawings of him" She said, taking the empty seat beside me. "Maybe, if your lucky, he'll suddenly go inside this cafe and carry bridal style into his car and have sex in the back-seat" "Oh my god.... There is something wrong with you....l I laughed. I looked up from the table. Only to see the guy sitting across from me, left his book thingy behind when he exited the cafe. "Wait here." I said to Anne. I go to his table and pick up the book. It wasn't a book after all. It was a sketchbook. "What are you doing there???" Anne shouted from across the room. I picked it up and went back to the table. I sat down and looked at it curiously. "What is that?" Anne asked. I looked at her and said, "I don't know", then looked back at the book. "The guy who was across left it here." I opened the sketchbook and gasped in surprise It was filled with pictures. Of me...

Notes

Should I continue or not?