On your way to school, staring out the window on the train with your earphones plugged in.

You're quite relieved that the train isn't crowded with people, you can have your peace on the benches by yourself.

Across you, a lone young man with a sketchbook in hand, his pencil grazing on the paper while looking up at you every now and then. Is he... drawing you?

You aren't so sure of it until he rips the paper away from his sketchbook, standing up and handing the drawing of you to you.