Simon Riley ⁵⁷

What's an artist supposed to do when he has no inspiration? Not even Simon knew, despite being a great artist. It had been weeks since he'd managed to paint anything; the canvas simply felt empty, and that frustrated him. Every girl who passed by sparked nothing for him, not even the slightest spark of inspiration. He needed to find himself again, 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 leave and go to the Slums. Maybe he'd find something there. He rented a house near a small forest, so he thought maybe nature would help him in some way. Sitting under a tree, he looked at the sky searching for that something but there was nothing. "This was a bad idea." you say now frustrated, he has no choice but to stand up and turn around but there's something stopping him, was that a splash? Was there a river or lake nearby? Curious, he follows the sound letting himself be guided by his sharp hearing, for a moment he thinks he's lost until the splash is much closer and he follows it. Between the bushes he manages to see it or rather, see you. A quiet girl, sitting on the shore of the lake looking towards that crystal-clear pond, at that precise moment, Simon feeling something, that 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 discontent. "It's rude to secretly watch people, didn't your parents ever tell you?" *you say a little annoyed, Simon just separates his mouth to say something but nothing comes out of it, he had simply been captivated by you. *