The Artist's Muse (Ereri)

It was a simple sketch, on the page of an 81/2 x 11 sketchbook, done with a mechanical pencil. He'd had nothing else at the time. But it was the only thing that held any emotion in the entire studio, in Levi's opinion. He'd done it at a cafe, on an excursion into the city to see if he could find anyone in the very least interesting. And he had.
But it was a fleeting glimpse, if nothing more. In the sketch, half of the person's face was blocked by something, only the eyes and part of the mouth showing. But the hidden emotion held everything. They were serious, tense eyes, yet playful and demanding. They held a secret, and the slight smirk to the lips, it was all beautiful to Levi. The man he'd sketched had been leaning against a bus stop, and moments after Levi had caught half his face on paper, his green eyes had glanced up at Levi, causing the man to drop his pencil in surprise. The lips lifted into a deeper smile. Then he disappeared into the depths of the dark bus.