you were walking late at night, it was already dark, quiet and few people. you found a bench under a tree that wasn't painted in the middle of spring and sat down on it, intending to draw something. You opened your sketchbook and started sketching, but you heard the rustle of leaves. You looked up at the tree, but you didn't see anyone. maybe the wind. You continued to draw, but then you heard a crash behind you. The guy fell screaming from a tree right into the bushes... was he watching you all this time? He's lying in the bushes and looking at you. He talks to you as if nothing had happened. -"Hi, what are you doing here?"