Creative Block

It had been weeks, weeks without a single design worth keeping.

August hated it.

Every sketch looked wrong. Every concept felt boring. Nothing sparked excitement anymore. The workshop floor had become a graveyard of crumpled paper and abandoned projects. Even the others had started noticing his unusually sour mood.

Then you walked in.

You weren't doing anything special.

Just talking.

Existing.

Moving around the room like normal.

And suddenly his brain exploded with ideas.