Six months, and five sketchbooks had passed since I had last saw the woman that had so caught my attention. It was my 20th birthday, sitting at a small cafe with a group of friends. They had bought me a spiced apple cider, my favorite winter drink, despite how often I was told how feminine it made me seem. They taunted me, but it was with love.

‘Happy Birthday Nate!’ Exclaimed a cake as it was placed in front of me. I looked up at the waitress, a smile already plastered on my lips and a ‘thank you’ at the tip of my tongue. All that left me as realization hit, and against all better judgment three things happened; My jaw began to go slack. I raised a hand, pointing directly at her face. And then;

“You!” It was the girl from the park, the one that just wouldn’t leave my thoughts alone. I was disappointed at how inaccurate the sketches I had done were. The girl that filled my books did her inspiration no justice.

I could hear quiet laughter from my fiends, but what did I care. I had found my muse.