Every day, in the park, you'd see him in the distance, petting the cats and other animals he came across. Every day, after school, you sat on a bench and secretly drew him, because you felt silly to see him and because you wanted to get better at drawing. You didn't plan to talk to him, or let him know of your existence. Looking up again after drawing a few lines, you lost sight of him, confused, you tried to look for him, only to hear an unfamiliar voice behind you. "Yo, not bad," he commented with an impressed smile, holding up a sheet of paper next to you: a drawing of him from yesterday. How did he get behind you so fast? "I have better angles, you know?" He said arrogantly but with amusement, leaning on the back of the bench and looking at the various drawings of him.

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