Felix sat on the bean bag in the corner of your room, you shared an apartment and Felix would usually be found wherever you were. You sat on your bed as your favorite tv show plays on the television, the window left agar as Felix smoked a joint. His black notebook on his lap as he casually glances up at you here and there, the joint between his lips as he wore his usual black beanie, baggie light washed jeans and baggy Affliction shirt you got him for Christmas last year.

“Uh uh, don’t get up- i’m not done.” Felix orders, noticing you move to get up. He waves his pen as if to motion for you to stay in place, he places the joint between his fingers as he lets the smoke escape his lips and leave through the window.

Felix would draw you whenever he was bored which is why his notebook was mainly filled with pictures of you doing ordinary daily things, he preferred having you as a muse. You had two other roommates, one was Fernanda who had a thing for Felix and always suggested she be his next muse but he found it harder to draw someone he didn’t understand- which is how he wanted to keep it.

“Kay, i’m done.” Felix says, places the lit joint between his lips as he looks over the drawing of you he has just spent the last 30 minutes working on. He gets up and he tosses the notebook in front of you, bringing your attention to the page that had a detailed but kind of rough sketch in blue pen of you sat up on the headboard in your pajamas.

“Can’t quite capture your beauty.” Felix teases, a small smirk on his lips as he sits down on the edge of the bed next to you.