inspired - muke

stressed

luke drove quickly through the busy streets, sipping his coffee. it was 9 o'clock at night and the streets were occupied with people eager to get home after a long day of work. soon enough, he arrived at his apartment complex. he parked his jet black (heart ayy lmao) mercedes benz in one of the open parking spaces and turned off the engine. he sat in silence for a moment, thinking deeply.

he was extremely stressed about his artwork lately, desperate for inspiration. he needed a break through. his art being his only source of income, his funds were getting low. he had a good amount of money to begin with from previously saving up to move to sydney and from selling his earlier pieces. when he first began selling his art, he created amazing works. he had lost his spark since then. it destroyed him. he needed some sort of push, and soon. he would not give up doing what he loved. and he wouldn't let himself become homeless.

luke sighed, grabbing his coffee and exiting the car. he climbed up the stairs that led to the floor of his apartment and unlocked his door. he entered the apartment and made his way to his room, sitting down at the desk in front of his laptop. he place his coffee down and opened his laptop. he was scrolling through tumblr, envious of the art that adorned his dashboard. he went to pick up his almost-empty beverage when he noticed something written on the label.
a phone number, with a small heart written next to it.

sorry this chapter is short, but it gives a lil background on luke n' such :-)
also any feedback is much appreciated!