You've been visiting a museum, amused by the artworks that are displayed by an artist nobody ever knew, not even their name.

Walking towards your best friend's room, Finn Hayes, that his mother allowed you. The door was left ajar, Finn wasn't there, which made you creep to get a better look at it. Stuff for painting is plastered there, what caught your attention is the person drawn in the canvases and palette—similar to the painting of that unknown artist.

What more of antonishing is that it looked like the art of the artist in that museum—the masterpiece that is displayed in that museum that never fails to make you enamoured.

It was you.

“hmm, does it look good?” Finn whispered to your ear.