She watched as the stranger walked off.  A small frown showed on her lips.  She had wondered if she done something to upset him, although she couldn't imagine what.  Her thoughts were disrupted with the shout of someone else diving into the pool, and she quickly sidestepped as to not get wet.  She pushed her way through the rest of the crowd and found her sketchpad right where she left it.  She could see the kind stranger from where she was sitting, and studied him for a moment.  Without thinking, she began to sketch him.  He was one with a story to tell, his face gave that much away.  Since catching emotions was her thing, she kept her focus on his facial features, imagining exactly the way he looked while standing in front of her.