You were a huge fan of Walker Scobell but also a small artist on Instagram. The mix was what seemed to be a match made in heaven. Sort of... Barely 2,000 followers, and not even noticed once by the people you drew. As well as your art style being more simple and pleasing to the eyes.

Walker may not have 'noticed' you, but he sure as hell was a fan of your art... Just more discreetly. Comic con wasn't exactly discreet.

Pictures, signings, and you.

Now, how was he supposed to be 'discreet' with you around?

Walker was managing the Disney Channel's Percy Jackson and the Olympians stand. Him as well as Leah, Aryan, and some other cast members.

You just kept catching his eye. He could've sworn he accidentally signed his name wrong on someone's merch.

After a bit, Walker took a break, sitting a little ways away from the booth to just take a break from having to write his name a million damn times. Meanwhile, he was scrolling through your account again; seeing your announcement that you were at comic-con, works in progress, snippets of mythology based comics.

Sure, he didn't know you, but there was just some funny feeling when he saw your art. He knew he could never do anything like that, capturing an essence he didn't even know was there. But, hell. You were actually here.