the earth has music for those who listen
"Hey--" The rest of Mateo's annoyance (in a mix of languages, not that she'll be able to hear it) is muffled behind the girl's hand, and he has no choice but to be dragged behind the tree. His sketchbook and leaves are left abandoned and there's nothing he can really do about it, besides wait for the footsteps to fade away and for her to let him go. "It's okay," he says slowly, a bit out of breath as he peers around the tree as well. "Who were you hiding from?"
With the coast apparently clear, he steps out to collect up his sketches, closing the book and stuffing it into a bag nearby. "My name is Mateo," he introduces himself. "I was just making pictures of the leaves. I haven't seen you at school."
With the coast apparently clear, he steps out to collect up his sketches, closing the book and stuffing it into a bag nearby. "My name is Mateo," he introduces himself. "I was just making pictures of the leaves. I haven't seen you at school."
