For a while Zeke just sat there silent until he noticed the Hindi girl drawing something.
He glanced on the notebook and then looked to her "looks nice, you draw often huh?"
Trough he asked her he already knew the answer actually, anyone drawing at that level had to draw a lot.
"how many notebooks did you fill already?"
This time he did asked a genuine question feeling curious.

He loved to draw as well, it was something in his family, his mother for example was really good in drawing animals, making them look like you were looking at a photograph.
He himself was used to drawing mythical creatures as dragons and phoenixes and such, it was weird actually, he could draw a hell of a phoenix, but when drawing a normal bird it looked like it was made by a 3 year old...
"I am Zeke btw" he eventually said sticking out his hand to greet her.