134. What do you mean?

Almost ten years ago, Dane and Dave had met by chance at an event. Both were introverted and sifted next to each other on the same table.

Despite the cheerful ambiance, Dave preferred scribbling on his notepad. His pencil is ever ready to draw or just write down any idea that came to mind.

Having no one else to talk to and not being in the mood to initiate a conversation with anyone, Dane was drawn to the silent man beside him. He watched him draw. His designs, although seeming unorthodox, were quite beautiful and provided Dane the escape he needed from the chatty crew around them.

He paid close attention to everything Dave drew. His eyes followed the pencil as it traced the piece of paper, putting ink on its empty pages. It was as if nothing else mattered to him at that moment, and Heath admired his dedication. Each line was drawn with precision and grace. It was obvious he loved what he did.