" March, 12 2020

Today I am sitting in the  C.H.P. ( City Hall Park ) as usual, near the fountain under my favorite tree. It is 7: 33 am just before school starts. There isn't much interesting going on right now. But there is a man over at the bench..... i wonder what he is doing..... I will write more later." 

I looked up from my brown leather journal to look around City Hall Park. I saw a woman in a green shirt and black stretch pants jogging, a man and a woman holding hands, sitting on the edge of the water fountain and the man sitting on a bench eight feet away. "I wonder what he is writing?" I thought. "You never know until you ask, but would he think it is weird that I want to talk to him? I have been very friendly to strangers since I was little, it's worked for me up untill now, so I geuss I will, what is the worst that could happen?" I got up off the ground and walked over to the man.

"May I sit here?" I asked.

"Sure" he said. He was wearing a white button-down shirt and jeans. He looked like he may be in his late forties or early fifties , and he had salt and pepper colored hair. Next to him was a set of art pencils and a sketch pad in his hands.

"Are you an artist?"

"Yes"

"May I see what you are drawing?"

The man hesitated for a minute, then said "Yes"

He handed me the sketch pad and I saw a woman with black hair and blue eyes in a brown letter jacket.

"It is beautiful!"

"It is nothing."

I wondered where he learned all this. As if he read my mind he said " I went to the School of art and lichricher, or the S.A.L. I am now a teacher there."

"Wow, that is a really nice school," I said.  "do you have a name or should I just call you 'Artist'?"

He seemed amused before he answered, "My name is Richard, but you can call me Rick."

"My Dad's name is Rick." 

"Really?"

"Yeah, he sells airguns." I dont know this man very well, so I won't tell him my dad does not just SELL guns, but he ownes several companies around the world.

"Realy? That is very cool, are airguns like fierarms?."

I laughed " No, but most people think that."

" Oh, well good to know, maybe you can tell me more in the near future?"

"Ok."

"My turn to ask a question." He said with a smile.

"Ok, go ahead."

"What were you writing before you came over here and what is your name?"

"Oh it was nothing, just a journal I am writing, I like writing, and my name is Rebeca, but most people call me Bex."

" That is a nice name"

" Thank you"

There was silence, then he said, "I have to go, I have to teach a class in an hour."

"Ok, nice meeting you."

"You too".

Rick got up and shook my hand, (wow, he has a firm grip). and then he started walking away. He then turned around and said "Would you like to sit in for the classes?"

I was surprised by this, but I figured I might never get this opportunity again.

" Sure, I would love to."

Thus began my story and the wired events that came next...