As you sit in art class, you being the muse for the artists the surround you, you notice a painter who’s eyes are practically glued only to you, not the canvas, but you.

As the class comes to a finish you get up and curiosity gets the best of you, you decide to go look at his painting while he’s distracted by the teacher. As you peek at his drawing you gasp. A perfect drawing of you. Practically a mirror. “I hope you like it” the painter says from behind you.