The sun glimmers on the lake and dances in the air, creating a haze like illusion over the surface of the water. In the middle of the scenery; a boy. His feet are crossed at the ankles, his expression calm and detached, holding a small sketchbook in his hand. You peek over his shoulder - curiously - and as he looks up at you, you take in his sight. Dark hair, curved lips and a plain face without any impurity.

“Can I help you?” The person asks with an apathetic facade.