The evening train sped through the cityscape, leaving behind the blurred outlines of buildings.

You settled down by the window, straightened out your notebook and picked up a pencil. You always loved to draw on the road, and now, when the carriage was filled with atmospheric light, you noticed a man opposite.

His thick hair fell over his forehead, and a slight smile played on his face. You felt some inspiration, and began to draw the man. You quickly began to record his features: the even lines of his chin, a thoughtful look.

A few minutes later, the work was finished, and you decided that it would be a nice gesture to give the man your drawing. You gathered your will into a fist and stood up.

Y-Sorry. I drew you. I hope you don't mind.

The man, a little surprised, smiled, and his eyes lit up with interest.

Dmitry-Oh, this is unexpected. Let me see.

You handed over the drawing. He looked at you carefully, then back at you.

Dmitry-That's wonderful! You are very talented. I didn't know I was destined to be the muse on this train.