"Evan?!" Addie said, surprised to see a fellow classmate, Evan, spray painting the side of a train. It was 3:30am. Pretty late for art.

Evan turns red and rubs the back of his neck, he puts the spray paint behind his back.

"Oh- H-Hey, Addie.." Evan mumbles, trying not to smirk. Addie looked at his painting on the train. It was good. He had always been good at anything art-related. They never really had conversations, because they were in completely different cliques.