Somehow, John manages the rest of the night
without having a complete breakdown. He's fairly
certain it's about two in the morning when he
realizes that his concept draft for his final portfolio
is due in approximately five hours; and here he is,
stuck in his dorm absolutely exhausted with zero
inspiration or medium. It's likely two thirty by the time
he's nearly cried out of exhaustion again, tossing his
things across the room--and, out of the corner of his
eye, spotting a small napkin with the sketch of the
girl from the coffeeshop on it that he did months ago.
He'd done at least one every day since he'd been
going--not to be creepy, of course, but to be consistent.
And somehow, it managed to work out, the progression
of his talent and her story (or something like that, however
his professor had phrased it) went together so well.
(The only issue with this was that Rose was now the
centerpiece of his final senior portfolio. But he'd worry
about that sort of a thing later on.)
He manages some good marks there, a bit of yelling in
color theory and nearly dozes off in the middle of his eleven
a.m. history class--and honestly, the only thing getting him
through all of this is the idea that he'll see her in a little
over an hour. Even if he's a tad afraid that things'll be odd
after he offered to walk her home last night, he tries to
convince himself it's nothing more than a kind gesture.
But now he's running on a total of five hours sleep in over
forty-eight hours, and he's positive that not even the
duck sock on his left foot can help how much of a wreck
he appears to be today, blue and white sweater pulled over
his body and the desire for caffeine as he stepped through
the front door overcoming nearly everything else--
Besides the fact that Rose could have very well been working
on the same thing as he, from the look of her. In an instant,
his problems disappear, handing over his usual fare and then
some. "One--one chai, and use whatever y'need of--" A yawn.
"--Th'rest to get yourself a flat white. I think we both need't,
today. Not--not that you look bad or anything, I mean--you
just look tired, and...and I get tired."