Not Safe for Work

by Nisha J. Tuli

I can’t help but notice his hair is just the kind of messy that makes me want to leave him everything in my will.

What I meant was it’s hard to believe you’re an introvert because you shine in every room you enter.”

“There’s nothing unmissable about you. That’s all I meant. That there isn’t anywhere you could go where everyone wouldn’t notice you.”

“So you draw me, your girlfriend, and dead female politicians?”

“Rafe, why did you draw me?” I whisper. The silence drags on so long that I don’t think he’ll answer, but then he says, “Because I draw things that are beautiful to me.”