Al-Haitham was looking down upon his book - ignoring the world around him as it was none of his business on what was going on. Shifting his posture upon the uncomfortable bench outside the akademiya; he raised his gaze. Locking right into yours.

The scribe pierced his lips as if you have caught his attention, he then very disappointedly lowered his head turning the page of his book. Going back into the little world of his." If you are going to continue observing me, I advice you to sit. "