He takes a deep breath as he stares at his blank sketch book page waiting for the right idea.
After hours of thinking he finally brings his pencil to paper. As his pencil dancing across the thin canvas he thinks of a memory worth of remembering.

The day was a day that could triumph any day. He was entering a new life, a college life. He sat admiring the scenery surrounding the little coffeeshop called Adrien's Café. The coffeeshop wasn't bustling but nothing could compare to the slim tall waitress that always left a customer with a complimentary smile.

"What would you like to drink?"

The waitress asked as the shaggy haired man dared not to make eye contact.

"My orders already been taken."

"It certainly has not."

The man wanted to be left alone. He wanted to draw the butterflies that migrated on the trees across the street in peace. She on the other hand was interested in why he declined service from the servers.

"Miss, I prefer to sit in solitude."

"Excuse me, Mister my name is Circe if you bother to look up at my name tag you would know."

"And you have a peacock broach right above it. You smile at the customers even if the don't provide you a reasonable tip."

The mysterious man said as he didn't look up from his beautiful art. Circe stood there speechless. A wide open mouth to match her expression.

"And then the next step you close your mouth."

He mocked as he brush offed some of the loose pencil lead threw the inter weaved metal of the table. She rolled her green eyes and went on to cleaning tables and the never ending chore of stacking dishes. The man left leaving his drawing behind signing with her name not his.

'I wanted to work on a profilo piece but it's hard to get peace and quiet when your interpreted by a cute blonde.'

The snarky man thought as he ran into a old man knocking him to the floor.

"Are you okay, Sir?"

The man asked as he gave the older man a helping hand.

"Thank you."

The old man said as he walked away with a cane in hand. The younger man went to his studio apartment and on his small desk was a strange box.

'Did someone break in? Usually people steal something not leave something behind.'

The man hesitantly opens the strange box, inside was a broach with light wings.

'There's no way she knows my address. I've only just meant her. It's rather fashionable.'

The man puts it on the top where the buttons meet on his dress shirt. A flash of  something knocks his glasses off. A blurry small purple object became clear once he fond his glasses.

"Hi! I'm Nooroo and I'm you Kwami. It's that exciting?"

The man rubbed his eyes trying to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He study the strange purple creature wondering if he should respond to it or not.

"I'm Gabriel Agreste."