Jesse turned around in his seat as he felt a finger tapping at his shoulder from behind. The school bus bumped about as you whispered to him.

“Psst.. under the seat.”

With that, Jesse looked under the metal legs of the school bus’s leather seat to find a wooden case with some metal handles and clasps. He opened it, and to his surprise, there lies a ton of art supplies.

“Wow, it.. must’ve cost a fortune..”

Jesse murmured adoringly as his eyes glazed over each individual tube of paint.