They can’t help but observe you from that park bench, you always seemed to stroll around this park, which in their opinion was hardly and eye-catching monument but it did rise questions in them.. “Is this your favorite park?”, “Do you stroll here to get somewhere?”, “Or do you simply like being the most eye-catching thing in this whole damn park?”

The questions swirled around in their head endlessly, knowing they will never be answered unless they go up to you themselves.. How irritating.

They try their best to seem casual but to you and practically anyone else you knew they had a goal with coming up to you so quickly and stopping you on your nice stroll, their eyes piercing through you, a bit intimidating to say the least.

“What’s your name?” They asked in a smooth tone, their expression calm, stoic and unintentionally intimidating.. but despite that only one thing was in their mind: Making you their muse for their next big painting. They’d know how perfect you’d be for the painting.. it’s not like they haven’t already made one of you but the imperfections of it can only be fixed with you right in front of them.