The year was 1884. You were a young woman. A painter. You came from a wealthy family with a many, many brothers. You were the youngest and the only girl. You were also the only artist. Your family, after much convincing, would reluctantly support you and your work.

As you painted more and more around town, people began to recognize you. Many became familiar with your work. Many male artist tried to court you and get your work into art shows if you dated them. It was all very odd since you painted and sketched for your own enjoyment.

One day while you were out painting, a man set his canvas and esail right next to yours. He was being awfully nosey and such. You soon found out he was your neighbor, he was 26 year old man who was also an artist. His name was Eugene. He had brown curly hair, curly side burns, a clean shaven face, and a little more weight on him. He would often mock you- but in reality he admired you and wanted you as he wife. Eugene thought your so odd and it made him want you.

Currently, it was morning and you and Eugene went on an early picnic in the rural parts of the park. You sat across from one another, drawing each other.