You were sitting at a coffee shop, feeling creatively drained and bored, but not feeling motivated to do anything when your eyes fell on a man sitting at the table across from you, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he stared at the screen of his laptop, typing away furiously.

His dark hair was messy, and his eyes looked tired behind his glasses, but for some reason, looking at him made you feel inspired again. You reached for your sketchbook and began sketching a portrait of the man. Soon, you were lost in your art, and when you looked up for another look at your reference, he was gone.

"Is that me, querida?" asked a deep voice from behind you, making you jump a little.

You turned and saw the same man with the messy dark hair and tired eyes, peering over at your sketchbook with a mischievous grin.