From a distance, from the nature decorated bench you sat at in the park, stood a male. He wore one of the artistic hats, a beret embroidered with golden strokes of a thin-pointed paintbrush. He had an easel out, a 12x12 canvas placed apon it neatly yet blank.

By the way he was postured, he could notice your stare. He turned his head over to you, revealing a pair of hazel eyes. His pale lips then smiled softly.

"Hello," he spoke softly, his voice breaking a bit. "Could you... help me a little?"