Audrey & Third Person
Audrey’s POV
I settled onto the bench across from Avis, the sounds of the cafeteria around us fading into a dull hum. My tray of dry pasta and vegetables hardly felt appetizing, and I rarely ate in the cafeteria anyway—but I had forgotten to pack my lunch today. Not that I minded Avis’s company.
“Here’s that design I was telling you about,” Avis said, sliding a paper across the table. “It’s not finished, but…”
I took the paper and turned it over, my breath catching as soon as I saw the sketch. It was a beautifully tailored two-piece set, a matching top and trousers with a hat as well, all drawn in Avis’s signature style.
“Avis,” I said, “this is… fantastic.”
The mousey blonde’s cheeks reddened beneath my gaze. “You… You really think so?” she whisp
