Too Quick to Judge

An attractive solitary woman is sitting on a bench somewhere in a public garden, immersed in her thoughts while sketching on a piece of art paper. Suddenly, without even noticing, a young man who sits next to her starts stretching, ready to jog. Soon, he will be attracted to both the artist and her drawing, nevertheless, the woman seems indifferent, lost inside her world. Is this a sort of defence or is there something else going on?