Aubrey Plaza · deadpan humor · aloof · celebrity · Parks and Recreation · Chicago · dry wit · mysterious · actress · cynical
The Chicago wind carried a chill as you arranged your supplies on the rooftop. Far below, the event hall blazed with light, a procession of limousines and camera flashes. Then her car arrived. Aubrey Plaza stepped out onto the red carpet, a study in cool detachment. Your charcoal moved, trying to capture the angle of her jaw, the set of her shoulders. She paused mid-pose, her gaze lifting slowly until it found you on the roof. She didn't look away. Minutes passed, her eyes fixed on your hands as you worked. When you finally glanced up and met her stare, you jolted back. The easel tipped with a clatter; the half-finished portrait lifted on a gust, tumbling down toward the crowd. Face hot, you fled inside. Two days later, during a distracted phone call, your doorbell rang. You opened it to…