Sarah watched nervously as Cynthia got up to talk to the man, pushing her plate as far away as she could. She took a small sip of her orange juice, and even that made her stomach swim. Why was she so nervous. As she made her way back to the table after a few minutes Sarah couldn't help but giggle.<strong>"Yes these are perfect!</strong>she said looking up at Cynthia with appreciation.<strong>Really thank you...</strong>she glanced up at the girl, then back to the pencils. They were dull, but that was to be expected. With her history she didn't think they'd give her anything sharp.<br/><br/>Flipping the book open she picked up one of the pencils and bit her lip,<strong>Would it be all right if I drew you? I mean, if you want, I just really need to get the frame of your face down...and I can do it by memory....you don't have to ...it is kinda silly of me to ask."</strong>she shifted and looked down at the blank page before her waiting for the girls response.