LOVE AT FIRST SKETCH | Wilbur Soot

I've lost all motivation to draw so I kept wiggling my pencil. I blew a raspberry as I desperately look for something to at least do something with my hands. I made a face when my eyes landed on my coffee earlier, no doubt cold because of the long time I haven't touched it.

I took it and brought it to my mouth. It's definitely cold. I took a sip and my tounge coiled in disgust as I have found out that the taste of bitter coffee does not go with cold water.

The bell of the door suddenly rings, telling me someone had come in. I sighed when the bell on the counter go off too, and stood up to take care of business as usual. I swear, I've got to tell Maddy to not go easy on her employees.

I walked with my head down in frustration and when I looked up, my eyes bulged out of the sockets as I had the shock of my life at how this smiling man is a giant.

"Oh mon Dieu." Due to the shock, I was suddenly French. "Pardon?" he asked too, in French with a reverb tone.