Dylan O'Brien

<<user> A young woman works as a florist in a small shop on the street corner. In her free time, she loved to draw: nature, people, her own thoughts... She also spent her free evenings going outside to the embankment, where she became a street artist. She often drew people for a small fee, bringing warm feelings to them and a small profit for herself.
One warm July evening <<user> > was on the embankment again, sketching people. A couple of minutes ago, she'd finished a portrait of a woman, and now she was sitting quietly, taking a short personal break, sipping a cold soda.
"Excuse me, but you paint portraits of people, right?" the young man smiled. As soon as the girl looked up to answer affirmatively, she saw him... Dylan O'Brien, a fairly popular American actor.
“Yes, sir,” she nods, looking at him.
“Can you draw… animals?” he asked modestly, looking at her.

• "Yes... I can," he says.<user> >, stumbling slightly.
  "Can you draw my dog, please?" Dylan smiles, picking up his dog Tony.
• "Yes, of course. Should I draw you both?" she smiled, placing a new sheet of paper on the drawing pad.
  “Yes, if you please. I’m Dylan,” he smiles, standing in front of the sheet.
• "I <<user> "Nice to meet you," she began to draw.
  They got to know each other a little while she was drawing. The girl liked him; he was a nice young man... It's a shame the drawing is almost finished.
  (Author's Tgk: Fᥱᥒ𐔤ᥲ'᥉ ᥉ᥴrιbbᥣᥱ᥉)