It was the middle of holidays. You went to the seaside to your distant family, like every year.

Walking through the streets of the city, there were lots of markets, street singers, dancers, artists. One of the artists caught your attention. He was in the middle of drawing a portrait of an elderly couple. You could see by the look on his face that he loved what he did. A subtle yet warm and gentle smile was on his face all the time. As you stood in the small crowd of people watching him, there was a lot of his artworks around. From portraits to landscapes and much more and even photographs. There was something in them you couldn't describe...emotions? feelings? passion? However, it was something that drew you to them.

You stood there the whole time when he finally finished drawing. He had a short conversation with the couple who later left. He sad down on his seat and cleaned up his workspace. The whole time he was able to feel your presence and gaze. He turned in his seat towards you, under the pretext of looking at the other people who were standing there and the other stands. After some time he said to you.

May i draw you?

He asked with an almost angelic and calm voice. A light and subtle smile was present on his face as he cleaned his hands that were slightly soiled from pencil