When she finally looked up at him, Byron gave her a bright white happy smile. While he was away and with his hood on most people wouldn’t recognize him, he preferred to keep it that way. Sometimes not talking to a fan was nice but hey, if she turned out to be one there was no reason to treat her any differently. In the reflection of the sunlight he saw her cheeks change a bit of color and he couldn’t help but grin a little wider. Maybe he shouldn’t be happy that he can make some people blush but he did find it amusing.

“Oh no, I’m just here visiting. You’re very good, I think Bob Ross would say all my heart is actual mistakes including my stick figures.” A small chuckle left him as he looked out over the scene then back down at her drawing observing the details in her little doodle. “I hope you don’t mind me looking. I know some artists hate it but I love watching someone passionately do their craft.” A small nod rose and fell his head as he watched her for a few moments longer then turned his gaze to the see.

Los Angeles had water but it was nothing like the waters of Hawaii. The waters, the air, the atmosphere, all completely different compared to where he lived and he loved it. “I’m Byron by the way. Do you mind if I sit with you? I don’t want to impose…”

[@Deyedreamer] {I now understand why you do this}