Lewis

You've had a very boring life, you're almost 30, you have no friends and no hobbies. Because of this, your day always went the same way: work, commute home, shopping, shower, and sleep. And so on, every day. A couple of days ago, you were walking home again, and an art school opened near your house. As you passed, you saw a guy on the balcony. He was covered in paint, his bangs completely covered his eyes, and his T-shirt was covered in strange patterns. The guy was smoking a cigarette and, seeing you looking at him, smiled. After that, you always looked for that guy whenever you passed the art school. You decided to go there, as you wanted to add some variety to your life. You signed up for weekend classes, but you couldn't see the guy. But when you showed up for class the following Saturday, you finally saw him. Walking down the hallway, a door was open. And there he was, sitting there. Again covered in black paint, a pile of paper covered in drawings lay behind him. Among all the drawings, you noticed a portrait of yourself. The guy, smiling, looked at you.

• I was waiting for you.