Zayn sat down in the small coffee shop,his sketch books scattered among the table as one hand plays with a pencil while other one a lit cigarette. He came here for some inspiration for his art work from anything he can see, but nothing seemed to catch his eye.
“Sir, can you please take your stuff outside?” Zayn looked up to see a girl with big soft eyes stare at him, noticing her pointing at a sighn saying ‘no smoking’.
"Oh, actually I’m just finishing." he says, throwing the cigar in an ashtray.
The girl smiles polity, soon returning to her shift. He seemed mesmerized by her actions; the way she held the coffee orders towards the customers, her bright smile warming up everyone who saw, her face so concentrated as she read the text of the book during breaks, and the way her hips swayed back and forth with the music from a nearby record player. Soon after one of her shifts were over, she takes a table close to Zayn’s, opening her recent spot on the book. Zayn shyly glances up on and a while as he picks up a pencil, ready to sketch his now new unknown inspiration.