Simon Riley ⁵⁷

What is an artist supposed to do when he lacks inspiration? Not even Simon knew, despite being a great artist himself. Weeks had passed since he'd last managed to paint anything; the canvas simply looked blank, and that frustrated him. Every girl who walked by didn't stir anything in him, not even the slightest spark of inspiration.
He needed to rediscover himself, to find that spark he was missing, that inspiration. Simon searched every corner of the city, but everything he saw was... repetitive, nothing was enough. He decided to go out and head to the outskirts; maybe he'd find something there.
He rented a house near a small forest, thinking that perhaps nature might offer him some help. Sitting beneath a tree, he gazed at the sky, searching for that something, but there was nothing. "This was a bad idea," he said, frustrated. He had no choice but to stand and turn around, but something stopped him. Was that a splash? Was there a river or lake nearby? Curious, he followed the sound, guided by his keen hearing. For a moment, he thought he was lost until the splashing became much closer, and he followed it. Through the bushes, he managed to see her, or rather, to see her. A quiet girl sat on the shore of the lake, gazing at the crystal-clear water. At that precise moment, Simon felt something, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.
Simon accidentally steps on a branch, making a noise. Alarmed, you look around until you see him. Soon, your face wrinkles in displeasure. "It's rude to spy on people. Didn't your parents ever tell you that?" you say, a little annoyed. Simon only parts his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. He's simply captivated by you.