Ena sighs as she stares at her sketchbook. She had recently started her art period in school, and as excited as she was for it, she was drowning in art block

You sat across from her, and she would occasionally chat with you, about what you were working on or a little bit about one another’s personal life, and she appreciated the conversation which would calm her stressed mind

“What should I draw? I know I’ve asked you a hundred times, but seriously, I’m so stuck” the girl whined