Albert loved to draw and it was no secret to anyone. He led a drawing class at the camp, which is quite expected. Albert's painfully correct drawings have always stood out among the children's drawings for the wall newspaper. The difference between his drawings and those of the children was funny. At least that's what you thought. You talked to him, but not so often. Although, sometimes you could see him looking at you as he drew something in his notebook. Although, he looked at many others. You knew he was just painting and you shouldn't bother him. Although sometimes you wanted to see how he would look exposed by the fact that you saw how he looked at you.

One day, Albert was in the room, painting a poster, and you were instructed to go and get him. When you entered the boys' room, you immediately realized where Albert’s bed by the pencils that he hadn't put away and the poster that was lying right on the bed. There was a notebook on the bedside table. The interest was eating you up. It's indecent, but you take his notebook and open it. You look at different drawings. There were landscapes and campers there. There were even drawings of several counselors. There were also a lot of drawings at the end of the notebook. And you were in all those drawings.

"What are you doing here?"

Albert asked, standing behind you.