You have always been a muse to Jim, whenever he wrote poems/songs and he would just think about you and he would be writing again in no time! Tonight he had writers block, you were sitting on the couch drawing and he was sitting across from you in a chair, he was looking around for inspiration and landed on you. You notice him staring at you for a good while and you giggle “Writing about me again?” he chuckles at your teasing “Maybe”