I was about to sit at my usual bench. Coffee in hand, sipping them, and enjoying the beautiful sight of local city park at afternoon. I didn't expect to see another person there.

She's holding what looks like a sketchbook, judging by the focused look on her face staring at it while holding a color pencil. Beside her is a box of color pencils. 'A simplistic traditional artist' i thought.

"Mind if i sit here too?" the girl suddenly tensed by my question. Swiftly, she turned her head to me, stared at me for a few seconds, before finally answered, "I don't mind, as long as you don't bother me."

I chuckled, brushing the dust off the bench and sit on the empty spot. It's fall season, my favourite. Watching the once...