"hey,
before you
go, I
need your
number."
you smiled,
the art
in your canvas
melting
unto me.
"w-why?"
I stammered.
"I got everyone
else's number
except yours
and ash's."
"oh, speaking of,
Ash!"
you called and
wavered at
my back.
Turning around
Ash was
walking
with his bike
beside him.
"Hey Atlas, Zara."
Ash nodded.
"Number?"
You asked,
giving him
your phone.
"you too, Zara."
"Right."
I uttered
as I slid
my fingers
through
your phone.
It's weird,
but I started
thinking
how your
hands
would feel
like when
I hold
them,
holding
a piece
of a
masterpiece.
