One, two, three, and four sheets of paper crumbled onto the ground as Ben succumbs to his frustration. It was not like he was a novice as an artist but there was something that he just couldn’t put his finger on that bothering him. Was it his new paint set? Nope. Was it the girl next to him? Nope.
Then what is it he thought to himself. The contour and the shape of the poser was coming into focus on his sketch sheet. Her athletic arms and legs were tantalizing and her lean proportion spoke of her fitness regiment. But it wasn’t good enough for Ben as he tosses another one into the waste basket. As he gaze into her forest green eyes, he could stop noticing her milky white breasts and the nicely trimmed bush besides her legs.
The light illuminated her medium brown hair as her confidence was like the Mono Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci.
Snap out of it, mumbled Ben. “She’s half your age.”
He tried abstract and that was no use. Ben even took out his canvas to try to paint but all he could think about was the girl. She had lit a spark inside his heart that had died a few years ago since his divorce. He thought he was destine to die alone with no one to be with on his deathbed. Since his divorce, he had lost all of his confidence and he barely venture into the world besides coming to art class in his spare time.
Ben didn’t know what to do as his palm was shaking and sweaty at the same time. It was a sensation he hadn’t felt in a long long time. Was he in love again? Does he have a crush on her? Whatever it was, it was causing him to lose concentration in his work. He slowly closes his eyes and she was there as well.
“Please leave me alone,” he mumbled.
The girl next to him looked at him weird.
“Sorry, I’m just trying to concentrate,” said Ben, as he opens his eyes.
As class came to end, all Ben could muster was a blank sheet of paper just as the beginning of class. He shook his head in disappointment as he grabs his sketch pad to leave. This was the first time he had manage not to complete his artistic work in class.
“Did I not do a good job today?” asked the girl, as Ben walked by.
Ben looked around and there was no one. “Um…um…Did you mean me?”
“Yes, silly,” she replied.
“No, no, no, you were very good actually.” “To good I think.”
The girl looked confuse.
Put his sketch pad on the table. “I mean you were too good that I couldn’t concentration.”
She laughs and giggles. “Thanks.”
“So are you doing this for extra money?” Ben asked.
“No, I’m majoring in Art with emphasis on sculpturing.”
Heading out of the room with the girl, Ben said, “Um, so are you a good artist?”
“Why do you said that?” she asked. “I’m a tremendous artist.”
“I don’t know, said Ben, as he looks straight into her eyes. “I think you’re just bluffing.”
“I am,” she exclaimed.
“Prove it. How about you prove it to me today at La’Chef de Michael restaurant tonight.”
“I dunno,” she said.
“Well, I guess I can accompany my mom tonight,” said Ben, as he made a sad puppy face.
“Well, Ok. I’ll see you at 7.”
The humming and the buzzing of the bees on a patch of roses could be heard as Ben skipped to his car. Was it a date? Or was it a friendly outing he paused. Whatever it was, it has rejuvenated his love of life again. It was as if a strong spring breeze had just parked besides him.
It was six O’clock and he was struggling to find what to wear to the restaurant. He had jeans, khakis, formal and semi-dress pants lined up besides his bed. His shirts were alphabetical from A to Z in his closest and he felt they were old-fashioned.
“I can’t wear this,” said Ben, as he threw an old AC/DC shirt at his waste basket.
He sat on his bed in disbelief at the amount of clothing his had but none seems to be right for this occasion.
Grabbing a pair of black jean and a black t-shirt, Ben said, “This will do.”
A lustrous green oak tree shaded his car as he steps out to ring the bell to her apartment. The old brick building was engulfed with vineyard of ivy as it wraps itself onto every nook and cranny. He combs his salt and pepper hair as she came out of the door.
“You look lovely,” Ben said, as he nervously hands her a rose.
“Thanks,” she smiles.
Her bright white blouse hugs every part of her upper body while her blue jeans accented her firm lower body. Her fragrance was to die for. It was as if Ben was on a yacht cruising the open ocean with the crisp breeze hitting his face.
To be continued... I could go any way with this story. Horror? Romance? NC-17? Mystery?