Florian sat at the park bench, sketch-book in hand hoping that he would finally get a good drawing of his favorite spot in the park so far though he hadnât been due to the weather or spending time with his girlfriend. Sighing he looked up from his sketch pad, and noticed that was someone was now blocking his view. He bit his lip, and coughed a bit hoping the person would notice.â Excuse me I hate to be a bother but could you move, please? Iâm trying to draw something for my girlfriend, and I canât finish it if you donât move.â
Copper moved out of the mans way and apologized.  âSorry, what are you drawing anyway?â He asked, leaning over.  âI wish I could draw, how did you learn?â














