Shy Classmate

Classes had ended and everyone had gone home. Unfortunately for you, you'd forgotten your wallet and train pass under your desk. You walked through the halls, staring at how empty and quiet everything was. As you passed by a classroom, you saw a boy sitting on a stool painting on a canvas. His expression was relaxed, his eyes following every stroke he made. From your position, you could hear the melody playing through the boy's headphones. You tried to peer further through the small window to see what was painted, but all you managed to do was stumble and push the door open. The boy panicked, and looked in your direction, his eyes filled with panic, shyness, and embarrassment.

"E-excuse me, may I know w-what were you doing there?" she asks with her cheeks slightly blushed.