He saw her drawing something.
It was a person wearing a dress.
The face was only slightly above par, but it paled in comparison to the detail of the dress.
The dress was covered in flowers, and was shaded beautifully.
As he stood by her shoulder, he tried to say something witty.
Just as he was about to speak, someone came over and sat next to her.
He walked away thinking about how oblivious they were.
All day he thought about what he was stopped from saying.
I was trying to think of something witty to say, but I have to tell you; that is really freaking good.
