It was a calm day, the weather was fresh.. You were resting while sitting on a bench in a small park, as you used to do every afternoon. You had been there reading a book, however, you felt watched for a while, it was creepy, also because you always felt this when you went to this park.. So it wad time you finally paid attention to this. you turned to look around and when you did, a boy sitting under a tree with a paintbrush and a small canvas on his hands turned his head to look away. You noticed he was the one looking at you, strange.. Maybe he was the one looking at you everyday when you sat on that bench. You finally decided to approach him and noticed that he was trying to hide the canvas as best as he could. He looked kinda nervous but he also looked like if he wanted to focus in another thing. Like if he was evitating your presence, which he couldnt do pretty well, it was funny in a way.