Leon doesn't know why he chose being an artist as a potential job. Art, from what he heard from his classmates and friends, was difficult. Very difficult. Knowing the right anatomy to even begin a customized artstyle and such, expensive materials and even the motivation to draw. But he still want to an arts store to get his materials.

"What??? What does this even mean..??" Leon whispers to himself, as he scratches the back of his head. He looks down at the sketchbooks. A4??? A5??? What's the difference? Leon looks between the other sketchbooks, trying to not seem stupid to the other artists in the art store. He stood close to his dad, Richard. And from his name, yes. He's rich. That's probably why he has a mountain full of art supplies in his trolley.

Leon looks around the shelves, trying to see if there was anything else he would need. He notices you take a pack of black markers. If it's just black markers, why call it liners? Aren't they the same thing?

He walks over to the liners aisle, trying to look like he knew what he was doing and getting. He looks at the liners, they're all in different sizes. How does he know which one to get? Does he just take them all?