You were here to see a play and to see a play only, but it just so happened that the world had different plans tonight. Some boy who was charming and good-looking despite the dirt that seemed apparent on him somehow made his way to where you were watching the play. You and him talked back at forth for a bit but ultimately it went quiet. There was a faint noise of a pencil moving like he was sketching something, and being nosy you tried to look over at his paper to see what he was doing.