Sam Larkin, 22 y/o

Age: 22
Occupation: Student
Status: Friend with benefits

Over the table with three empty coffee cups he starts telling his friend a story.
A year ago, in his late night arts class, he met this girl, right.
In a basement, she was backgrounded by flourencent white in a angle only he could
see. Her jawbone, in perfect accordance to the floor.
He doesn't tell his friend this but his boner was aching all night.
Their teacher, he told them, partner up.

Facing eachother with two empty papers on the desk, without looking, they start
outlining eachothers faces. Never losing eye contact, this was the closest thing
he'd ever gotten to a serious relationship.

Of course the friend starts laughing.
Without looking, slowly.

His paper smugded with ink, her face appears, connecting lines. Her potato eyes, her
celery eyelashes. Every tuesday, they never lose eyecontact. Trailing every bone, every face muscle.

Over the table, the moral of the story is she's by far the ugliest girl he would ever bang.
The ink making her hair look like shredded cabbage.

Now, on his frigde, there is a drawing of a girl, a freak of nature, or simply modern
arty. With the name Sarah. C, underlined with a phone number.