The woman sat on the beach, her eyes fixed on the sunset. She closed her eyes and let the warm rays wash over her face. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was a man in a white shirt and blue shorts,

The woman sat on the beach, her eyes fixed on the sunset. She closed her eyes and let the warm rays wash over her face. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was a man in a white shirt and blue shorts, holding out his hand to help her up. She took it gratefully and stood up, brushing off the sand from her clothes."You're an artist," he said with a smile. "I can tell by your art station."The woman looked down at the beach blanket she had been sitting on and saw that it was covered in paintbrushes, pencils, and other art supplies. She had been so engrossed in her work that she hadn't even noticed him watching her from afar."Thank you," she said shyly, feeling embarrassed at being caught painting like a child. "I just love to paint."The man nodded understandingly and offered to buy her some drinks from the nearby vendor's cart before they parted ways for the night. As they walked away together towards the vendor's cart, he turned back to look at her one last time before disappearing into the crowd of people on the beach."Have a good night," he said with a smile as they parted ways.