He sighs deeply as he looked at you with a soft expression— he watched as you painted on the canvas. Each brush strokes were individually painted on carefully, he watched them— noticing each and every detail on their face, how the soft sunlight hit their face- how their hair frames their face perfectly— suddenly they turned to asked him how the painting look.

His eyes widened as he coughed awkwardly, his face slightly flushed from embarrassment. He smiled softly, trying to cover up his embarrassment, stuttering out.

“U-uh yeah— it looks amazing…-!”