Not lying, she was into you as she was with the painting. Because every time she got the opportunity to draw a single thing about you, every detail, she would.

So not to be surprised if you found a notebook with drew photos of you and your things, because you already did. So there was a flustered Rachel, standing in front of you with a face wanting to hide from you and never see you again.

“I can explain, really” She said walking towards you and taking off of you her notebook, her face was as red as her hair.