I saw her nearly everyday, painting or watching the professionals at work. She always came to the shop for whatever reason... but I didn't mind. I never got her name, so I always refered to her as "The girl with the backpack." I know, not so creative, but... I just didn't know what to call her without making me sound like a ert. She strolled in through the glass door, holding a brilliant blue backpack (which happened to be my favorite color).  I sat at my station as usuall, peeking once or twice over to see how she was doing. She just stared at my mural again. She's been doing this for the past week. She'd walk into the store, stare at the mural I painted about a month ago, then leave after about ten minutes. I guess I should just let her be... it's not my place to get into the personal problems of a stranger, right?

Just a one-shot to work on while I await the winner of the Dependence poll (which btw you should vote on! :D). Hope you like it! Chapter will go up hopefully soon...