The Waiting Game

The only time I love waiting is when I'm presented with opportunity to flex my drawing skill. Otherwise I would probably be restless and busy taking a lot of deep breath to calm myself down. I hate waiting. That's why a sketchbook and a black pen are always in my bag. Just in case. I was waiting for my prints in a print shop when I noticed a lady with a teenager sharing a seat to talk to the print guy. Right behind them was rows of plush chairs where I sat. Maybe they were printing the teenager's project. But she just sat there quietly, fidgeting with her jacket while the lady did all the talking.