As she stepped off the bus, across the street she noticed a street artist painting portraits. She thought to herself although the media is different we’re both hard working artist id love to meet him and have a conversation maybe he can give me writing ideas based upon things he has seen while painting. The people hes painted may have given him some stories he can share, maybe his artwork has taken him to some amazing places. As she began to cross the street to meet the intriguing man a paying customer approached him for a portrait. She thought to herself I certainly cant bother him now. She finally crossed the street and walked right by him without saying a single word although they did lock eyes as she passed.