The sound of raindrops hitting the ground and pencil moving across the paper accompanied a certain painter on his way back home.

Ali would glance up from time to time to observe you and your features, before returning to his sketchbook and begin sketching again.

Just when you're about to step down the train...

"Miss, I... sketched you earlier. I'm sorry for my rudeness, but you look very stunning." He says, shyly offering you a single paper containing a portrait of you.