She strived in the streets of New York in a way that only a dancer could. Her small delicate frame had a surprising amount of confidence.
She clutched her folder close to her chest. In it were pictures of herself. From now on they would follow her to every potentially life changing audition. They captured her essence perfectly. They represented her as the ballerina she beat all odds to become. Even if she stood very tall, and felt very defined; the homeless people she encountered proved she was still very humble. She dug in her bag to find an adequate amount to buy these people a warm meal. Miraculously, she had just enough. The sweet smiles that they gave her made up for her now empty pockets that now seems like a small sacrifice. She loved giving, ever if she didn't have much to give.
The clouds started moving in a somewhat threatening manor. This was her hint to hurry to the train station. When she was about to pay the fare, she realized she didn't have any money left from before. She let out a sigh, not too eager to walk after such a straining day.
By this time the clouds covered a vast majority of the sky. She put her portfolio into her shoulder as a light wind came form behind her and got out her umbrella in case the rain fell somewhat soon.
Meanwhile, an artist was packing up his supplies in order to head home as soon possible. He took the biggest risk of his life moving to New York. He left everything behind in order for his art to have opportunity. The city was absolutely beautiful, but it wasn't enough to cure the anxiety he had. He often questions himself on why he'd move here, and he often thinks he made the wrong choice.
This consumed him. He walked with his head lowered just to see his feet.
While he was walking home, a piece of paper some how caught his attention. He picked it up and turned it over.
He was stunned, amazed, and breath taken.
All his worries were gone, his mind filled with artistic inspiration. He was in awe. His heart skipped a beat, and he frooze in the mid
It was her.
He never saw a girl that had such features that made him feel this way.
That was when she saw him.
Her heart beat twice as fast as it did before.
She couldn't help but to stop walking and look right at him, even if he seemed so ingrossed in the paper that she didn't know held her image.
He finally put the picture down.
She was right in front of him.
They stared at each other with a gaze that couldn't even be broken by the busy streets of New York.
It wasn't until the rain started falling that she opened her umbrella and used it to cover them both.
