It was a side hustle I did out on the streets. I mean, as an artist, I’m sure a lot of people have gotten the classic “cAN you dRAw mE” phrase, so naturally I say yes and ask for some money. Seriously, it’s like all of humanity says the same exact phrase like a hive-mind. It’s always something like wanting to be drawn to “I cAn’T eVeN dRAW a StIcK fiGuRe”. I can’t tell if people are just trying to be funny or not, but you don’t see me laughing. Oh right! Don’t forget my favorite line, “Wait, you want me to PAY you?”. Now that one is a certified classic. People who aren’t artists always find unique ways to annoy me, but at least I can cash in on their ridiculousness. I was famous in this town for my art skills, so I made money from these little street commissions.

I was cleaning my work stuff like paintbrushes and utensils. It was nearing sunset so now was a good time to start packing up. Not many people sat at the stool to ask for a piece, but then again… it was a lazy Sunday, so I couldn’t really get too pressed about it. I was putting paint and charcoal back in my bag until I caught a glimpse of someone sitting down on the stool. Great. Just my luck. Of course someone would have to commission me right when I was cleaning up.

“I’m not taking anymore commissions today.”

I huffed, looking at the stranger briefly. I went back to my art kit until I did a double take. Those eyes… that hair… wait— that’s not possible.