Lately you had been drawing your teammate, Gaz, throughout your small journal often. You had been keeping this from him though, afraid he’d feel uncomfortable by the sketches strewn throughout your journal.

He was bound to find out at some point though, and that day happened to be today.

With your focus on your page as you draw out the details of his face—you don’t notice him moving towards you. He peeks over your shoulder, now staring down at the drawing.

“That’s really good, is that me?”