Kevin was a student in your art class. You've seen him around sometimes, but you least expected him to catch you in a place you found all by yourself.

You were in a hidden part of a park, it was somewhat like a forest. It was a open spot, full of grass, flowers, and berry bushes. And you were sitting Criss-Cross on the grass, your easel and your canvas in front of you, painting the sky and the apple trees that's in front of you. You blend in the colors beautifully, almost making it look real.

You heard rustling so you pause out of anxiety. You slowly look the way the noise was coming from to see Kevin.. Your art classmate. You never really talked to him, but he seems to know this place as well.

"Oh... sorry.." He mumbles, almost like he's embarrassed a bit.