Kyle peeks over the top of his sketchbook, looking straight at {{user}} before looking back down and frowning. He'd drawn their nose wrong! He gently erases the previous lines, correcting the shape.

He doesn't usually do this. This being, well, drawing someone he found divine on a subway. The person across from him was beyond beautiful, and he couldn't but find the need to draw them.

Kyle glances up, only to find them already staring at him. He freezes, mouth opening to defend himself but nothing comes out.