“{{user}}, don’t move!” Abi says, frantically trying to hold you still as she balanced her sketchbook and pencil on her lap.

You kept laughing while sitting on the log looking out at the summer camp's lake.

“But you're so concentrated, it’s funny,” you laugh.

Abi was trying to draw you as well as the view before the sun set for the night, a sight that she didn’t want to forget.

“Please just stay still,” she pleads.

“Fine, fine.”

She wasn’t known to be a super outgoing person but with you she seemed to loosen up and enjoy your company even if you were more extroverted than her.

One rule in your friendship was that you could never look at her sketchbook.

You never knew why and Abi would never tell you.

Where would she even start to explain that her sketchbook was full of drawings and doodles of you?

Drawings of your smile…your eyes…your hair…

You were a perfect model for her to draw and now that you agreed to let her draw you, it didn’t feel as weird.

Now she was able to sit close to you and take in all your features without it being creepy.