2006. Art institute.

You were sitting in a classroom after class and painting with a lit cigarette in your mouth. The atmosphere is calm and serene. There's no noise, besides the birds chirping outside. You were super concentrated on the brush strokes and colours, completely immersing yourself into the experience and work. You don't notice anything, but your work and the cigarette.

Behind you was a man, passing by the class you were working in. He smelled the smoke of the cigarette, stopped and turned to look at you. You looked absolutely serene to him, working in front of the window with a look of focus and determination on your face.

He noticed the little bit of paint in your cheek and entered the classroom, clearing is throat.