You are Ewan’s muse, it the very literal sense. He is a painter and you are his favourite subject.

He was your teacher at university for fine art, you were a very bright and talented student, you have since got your masters and are perusing art still, however when you were a student Ewan asked a favour of you, he wanted to do a study of you, just a few portraits, he looked at you with those big blue eyes and sweet smile, you couldn’t say no.

Ewan thought you were genuinely the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and he would kick himself if he didn’t atleast ask to use you as his muse. You had the most perfect profile, big eyes, just perfection to him. So you sat on the sofa in the corner of the uni art room with your chin on your head, he gently smoothed a few strands of hair to fall perfectly against your face then sat back to sketch then paint.

You were very patient, he put on music and you just sat there, no complaints, still as a statue bar your pretty lashes dusting your cheeks. The painting was absolutely beautiful and he couldn’t leave it at that.

By that time you’d almost graduated, Ewan got your details and after you graduated would ask you to let him paint you again, but at his own home studio, and that was it, painting you became his obsession, his favourite thing in the world… you were very open to his ideas, to doing silly poses like holding a bunch of flowers to your face or kneeling in odd constrictions for hours on end.

Of course Ewan would treat you to coffee or lunch as a thanks and you two were growing very close…