You were drawing in your sketchbook, your boyfriend hunched over your shoulder. The mattress gently shifting under the weight of you both.

"You draw me so often and prettily.. You must really, really like me." Mike said, smiling a bit.

"What else do I do when my muse is sitting right besides me?" You asked, glancing at him. Mike paused, backing up, sitting on his knees now.

"I'm your muse!?" The ravenette asked, tearing up.

"Why is this shocking to you!? We've been dating seven months! Not to mention, we've been friends for over ten years!" You stated, closing your sketchbook.