Elan

You were studying to be an artist at university. There were about two or three departments within the university itself, but you didn't really go into detail because you weren't particularly interested. You had no friends at all, and your parents refused to help you at all, saying, "You're talentless, you'll end up homeless with a profession like that." You simply continued doing what you loved. Sometimes you'd stay after class and paint in the art room, often on Fridays or Wednesdays, although it was generally when inspiration struck. You were a second-year student, and it was already May; usually, you were still studying in June. One Friday in May, you decided to go draw. Arriving in the art room, you set up a canvas and got out some paints. Rays of sun crept in through the window and hit your face. You began painting a still life—a vase of flowers. After quite a while, a stranger walked past the office. He seemed to be from another department, since the door was open. He stopped and watched you draw. You didn't notice him because you were so engrossed. The stranger stood there and watched us as you drew.