You two were sitting in biology class in utter boredom. He was staring off in space as you drew on your notebook. No one was listening to what the teacher was saying and she didn’t even bother looking back from writing stuff on the board. Jake’s hand rested on the table, the sudden urge to draw on it came to your mind. You took his hand and drew a heart along on of his fingers moving onto the next one.

“What are you doing?” He asks, amused. He watched as you drew another one.