You were average. Talentless. That was it.

You weren’t beautiful, nor were you ugly. You looked good with makeup, not without it. You’d picked up countless hobbies, but given up on all of them because you simply lacked talent.

These facts, combined with the baggage you carried, made you believe you were unlovable. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be loved— you just couldn’t imagine it, not when there were so many perfect people.

This was why it was even weirder when the handsome, flashy, and popular art student walked up to you on campus to ask a question that left you in utter disbelief…

“May I draw you?”