The sun was setting and you was taking the last bus ride home. you sat more towards the back on the bus, your headphones in as you stared out of the window.

The bus was pretty empty, except for one boy. he looked around the same age as you and he sat pretty near. his head was down in his sketchbook, his headphones also in.

But every now and then, he would glare up at you, and then back at his sketchbook. Which did make you wonder what he was drawing…