Feb 23, 2016
Be My Muse
@nottobecrossed
Sitting in this cafe always helped the artist think. At least, that was what he was hoping. He had an art show to do. Clients and an audience that were depending on him to deliver in a few weeks.
And he had nothing.
Looking up with a sigh, Stefan looked out the window
-----And then, he saw her. She looked so picturesque, So....so beautiful. He closed his sketchbook and got up from his seat, going outside to wear he saw the girl sitting.
How was he supposed to approach her? What was he supposed to say?
“Uh, hi,”
Stefan began softly, biting his bottom lip.
“Is uh....is this seat taken?”