Not My Day (Safia)

[Safia Chatterjee]

Safia glanced around as Marc seemed to struggle to decide what she was into. She was about to ask something else when the girl dove across her bed from a sketchbook or three. "Drawing?" she repeated with a smile. "I... I sculpt, so I guess we're both artistic." Several of her works littered her own room, mostly little dragon figurines and such. Safia glanced at the drawings Marc showed her and nodded appreciatively. "Those look really good," she said softly, her gaze eventually rising past the girl's still-bare chest to her face again. "I... I can show you my work sometime if you'd like."

Safia snorted a bit. "Fun game," she said sarcastically. But, whatever... If Marcus was okay with it, then she wouldn't complain anymore. And she was thankful for her willingness to tell them to lay off of Safia herself. "Thanks, I appreciate it," she said. Even if Safia did enjoy tearing men's egos down to size.

And she sure did feel invasive. Safia felt a little disgusted with herself, actually, for acting like that. But it was over and done with and Marc seemed okay with it all, so that was what mattered, right? "If you say so," she said meekly, fiddling uncertainly with her hands. She nodded and was about to leave when Marc suggested they... "Do something?" she repeated, eyes going slightly wide. "Oh! Um, s... Sure, why not? "Maybe... Maybe we could go to an art store or something," she suggested. "I think there's one... Downtown? Near the mall?" Did she sound too eager to meet this girl again? "I mean, just an idea..."

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“Sculpting? That’s cool! I do that too! Sometimes….” It was something Marcus had tried before and while she wasn’t that good at it, she felt like maybe she could do it if she really tried. Maybe Safia could help Marcus gain some skill in that area? That’d be awesome! The perfect excuse to hang out with her! “Thanks,” she said ‘modestly’. Marcus didn’t think she was that good, but drawing and art was stuff she actually really enjoyed doing a lot, so it was one of those things she always came back to. “R-really?” she said with bright eyes. “I’d like to see them!” She may have been just a little too excited about it.

Marcus was actually really looking forward to seeing Safia again. Actually, she had almost forgotten completely about the whole man-hating issue, so when they were talking about going to the mall together, Marcus may have also forgotten that he’d have to go as a she for it. You know, for the sake of his life.

But still, it was an exciting prospect that had Marcus smiling. “Yeah! I know the one you’re talking about!” Marcus had been to that store more than a couple of times. “I mean, I need to restock on my markers anyway, those things can be damn expensive, especially since I gotta buy them one-by-one if I wanna find the right color.” The best ones were Copic markers, but he made do with Prismacolor if they didn’t have the shade he wanted. Plus Copics were so much more expensive than Prismacolor and you couldn’t get them individually, you had to buy them in the packs and those could get real expensive real fast! “Um…when do you think would be…oh, let me give you my number and we can coordinate stuff later or something.” Marcus reached into her leg pocket - the one that was down toward her knee and had a zipper to close - and pulled out her cell phone. “Um…what’s your number?” she asked as she unlocked the phone as stared punching to the new contacts screen.

[Safia Chatterjee]

Safia had to smile at Marc's enthusiasm. "Really?" she replied. "That's neat. Sculpting is a lot of fun, most people don't realize how creative or detailed you can get." It was an under-appreciated art, in her opinion. But still, Marc's drawing skills were good too, and Safia thought she probably had the capacity to sculpt well since she was obviously artistically talented already. She blushed a bit and nodded when the other girl seemed even more enthused about seeing her work. "Okay," she said with a small smile. "I'll bring them over sometime, or something."

Yep, Safia was totally going to take this girl out and do something stereotypically girly, like try on clothes or peruse the food court. Even though she despised stereotypes, that didn't mean Safia didn't still have 'girly' tendencies sometimes.

"Great," she replied with a broader smile. It sounded like a date, then. "That sounds like a plan. I'm running low on some of my clay colors anyway, so we can kill two birds with one stone!" Safia didn't know much about markers, but she had seen the prices on some of those Copic ones, and it made her glad she wasn't as into drawing as she was sculpting, so she nodded sympathetically. When Marc pulled out her phone for Safia's number, the Indian girl gave it to her, her heart doing a little skip in her chest at the exchange. "Coordinating later would be great... I just realized I have a training session in a few minutes, so I better jet," she said with a sheepish smile. Safia hesitated, then leaned forward and pecked Marc on the cheek before waving and darting out of the room and into the hall, blushing and giggling like a stupid schoolgirl.

She was looking forward to meeting again.