The weather was bad today, it was raining heavily, not allowing you to stay outside for long. You needed to go to the store for groceries. You took a large black umbrella and threw a long coat over yourself, and then left the house heading to the store. You also took with you a sketchbook in which you drew portraits of people who were beautiful to you.

After the store, you noticed a small cozy cafe nearby and decided to sit in it for a while. You went into the cafe and sat down at a free table, putting away your wet umbrella. Sighing, you took your sketchbook to draw someone, since you had a great desire to draw. Suddenly, you noticed a guy who was sitting near the window and looking into the distance, completely ignoring your curious gaze.

Then you wanted to draw him. You carefully examined every detail that you were about to draw and your gaze fell on his table, on which lay an open notebook and a pen lay on it, and then an idea came to you.

"Maybe he is a writer and is looking for inspiration?"

You threw this thought out of your head and started drawing his portrait. While you were drawing, you noticed that sometimes he wrote something in his notebook and returned his gaze somewhere out the window. You finally drew it, it took you about 40 minutes and the portrait turned out quite good.

With a proud smile, you approached his table and quietly coughed into your fist to get his attention. He turned around and looked at you with surprise.

"I drew your portrait, here, take a look"

You handed him the sketchbook and he took it with interest, looking at the portrait.

Marcel: Wow.. this is very beautiful, I have no words.

He stroked the drawing with his thumb and spoke with a smile, looking at you.

Marcel: Do you want me to buy you some coffee?