It was getting dark so early these days, but I suppose that is to be expected it was almost winter. Well, with the weather as cold as it has been lately it might as well already be winter. I know I sound bitter about the weather, but the truth of the matter is that I adored the cold. Don't get me wrong, I love the warmth of summer as well, but winter is like a nice refreshing break from the blistering heat. The only thing that bothered me about the winter was that I didn't get to ride my motorcycle as much as I wanted to. Today was the exception though, it was cold, but it wasn't wet which meant it was safe to speed through the streets. That meant that I could get that feeling of freedom that I love so much. There's nothing quite like it, and it inspired me.

Unable to contain myself I found myself pulling up to my favorite coffee shoppe which was also my work place. I turned off the engine and put down the kickstand, and lovingly rest my bike in position before I pulled the helmet off. My blonde hair fell around my shoulders in their typical waves and I pulled my gloves off and stuffed them into the helmet before quickly brushing my fingers through my hair. I got a couple of the annoying tangles out before I found my way into the door. I took a deep breath, the smell of the coffee giving me that sense of home. With a quick wave at the girl behind the counter I moved towards a brightly lit back booth.

I pulled my bright green backpack off and tossed it onto the booth before I peeled the leather jacket from my body revealing a black long sleeve shirt with a relatively modest scoop neck. It's not like I was dressed to go out or impress anyone tonight, a pair of skinny jeans covered my annoyingly skinny legs and disappeared into my black riding boots. I then slid into the booth and grabbed my backpack, I quickly unzipped it and pulled out my drawing pad and lay it out on the table before me. It was then one of my co-workers walked up to my table and handed me a cup of hot coffee. I grinned when I saw it and lifted it in thanks, and then she moved back to take care of the woman who had just walked in.

I studied the newcomer for a few seconds out of curiosity; she had a rather stunning face. My head tilted the slightest bit as my grey eyes slid down the rest of her body. My pierced eyebrow rose slightly before I finally pulled my gaze away and focused it on the blank paper before me. A small grin slipped across my lips as I grabbed my drawing pencils, in a matter of seconds one was between my fingers and I started to draw. At first I wasn't sure what it was going to be, but then it slowly started turning into the curve of a woman's body. Once again I glanced up at the girl and I studied her body shape once more before my attention slid back to my drawing.

My teeth found my lower lip as I sucked on the part of my lip between my lips. It was a habit of mine, whenever I was focusing on a drawing, or anything for that matter I would do it. Some people found it adorable, but I thought it was just weird. Then again, I was always saying that I was a strange character, so I guess it fit perfectly. As I continued to draw my strokes got faster and somehow more precise, but that was because when I was drawing it opened my mind and allowed me to feel my gift even more. I felt a dull ache from another girl curled up on a reading chair with a book she was pretending to read in her hands. I felt loneliness coming from her, it was almost overwhelming, so I tried to put the focus on my drawing of the stranger.

"Come on, come on. Stop it."

I muttered under my breath, I pressed down on the paper harder but then realized if I didn't stop I would rip a whole through this. I slowly put the pencil down and took a deep breath, my eyes closed as I tried to calm my mind. I still wasn't used to feeling people's emotions, and I've been a damn empath for at least two years. Calm your mind, Ashtyn. I heard my mentor's voice in my head and I let those words wash over me for a few seconds before I slowly opened my eyes. The extreme loneliness subsided a bit, so with a relived sigh I picked up my pencil and continued drawing.