Ms. Huffman's Suitcases

The boy ran his hands through his already messy hair. Inspiration wasn't hitting him yet, nothing was except the same old art block. Nothing could change the fact that he only wanted to draw her, the sweet girl he met at the diner. An angelic, blonde girl who ordered a simple Cherry Coke and left after smiling at Ben. Ben only wanted to draw her as an angel, for she looked like one and had acted like one. Yes, they barely spoke, only exchanging a quick hello and smiles.