“Bored?” He asked.
“No, I am not.”
“I saw people spending their time variously, but this method is remarkably unique,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I asked with the hope that he would return to his friend and leave me alone.
“Many were drinking, being on the Internet, watching movies… once I saw a man looking out of the window as if this place really needed to be guarded… but drawing?”
“Painting,” I corrected him.
Based on the way how he was talking to me, his way of saying things, I could hear that he wasn't genuinely interested, but he wanted definitely to talk. I knew that it could mean that he wanted something from me. It was like when somebody who constantly ignores others, suddenly he starts to be friendly. It was only a step away from asking for something.
He nodded again, as
