After dropping Addilyn off at her place, Lewis needed coffee and a good place to read. Normally, he'd go to the small hole in the wall coffee place by his home but that was to far and he was having a coffee emergency. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, he made it to the coffee place flustered and red. A book in hand, kept in relatively good condition though it was well worn after many reads. Entering the shop in all his nerdy glory, he ordered a large cup of black coffee. The only thing he found appeasing. Black or iced coffee was always good for the brain. Not really but for Lewis it was. He stayed quiet and sat down as he waited for his name to be called. Pushing up his glasses, he grabbed a small comfy corner of the room and sat down. It was on the opposite end of where West was sitting though Lewis didn't notice anyone since at this point he was intently reading his book. One hand kept the book open and the other was under Lewis' chin.

Since he wasn't doing anything, which was something he beat himself up about, West decided to draw this normal young man. He kept his eyes on the man, and let his pencil roam the page, finding the area that was correct to draw in. That was what his power was - he could draw or write with complete accuracy without looking. His fingers knew where to go.