“You look lost in thought.”

He turned his head to look at me and smiled softly, taking the pencil out his mouth.

    “Well, I’m just waiting for inspirations to come to me.”

He was an amazing artist but he always pushed himself to make sure no two pieces are the same.

    “Inspirations always come to you.” I smiled, sitting down next to him.

    “You’re right because it just sat next to me.” He blushed slightly.