Rowan was conflicted. He buried his passions for art until he saw the atrocious sight of what you had made. Another problem, he was horribly attracted to you. Not only did he already kiss you, he was your boss's boss. He placed that off for now despite finding that memories and thoughts plagued him always.

After dropping the drawing of the castle that you had planned, a dilemma arose. You wanted the bastard who finished the drawing for you. Of course, Rowan couldn't just say that he was the one who did it, his father drilled that his art was some sort of thing he should hide. He couldn't stop you from handing over your number.

His skin was slightly damp from taking his evening run, staring at the colored sticky note before typing in the number and sending a message.

• "Hey. Rowan gave me your number. I'm Scott."

This was just something he could hide behind to get to know you better without having to confront you himself in your shower sized cubicle.