Dante was sitting at his desk much too late at night, drawing on a piece of sketchbook paper while gazing at the photograph of a beautiful girl.
At first the figure seemed shapeless but, as minutes passed by, it became more and more detailed.
The drawing was of a girl, very detailed, from the eyes to the delicate tips of her fingers.
When he finished, the girl now immortalized in ink, he wrote her name.
Eve was written in bold, fancy letters in the corner.
Dante smiled to himself, closed his sketchbook, and tucked the photo into a small compartment in his wallet.
He brushed his long, dark blue blue-streaked blonde hair out of his face, and fell onto his bed.
He didn’t fall asleep immediately, but all she had to do was think of her, and fall straight asl-
RIIINNNGGG
Dante whipped out his cell phone.
“Hello?” His deep voice came out.
“Heeeyy Dante!” Gabby, his girlfriend’s, voice rang through the phone.
Dammit He thought.
“Meet me after school.” She said.
“I’m busy.” He said.
No, I’m not Dante thought.