It's hot. You're stuck on a Sunday again, modeling for a painting. It's really hot. And, George is painting you. He's not exactly the type of person that you want to be stuck with in the heat. Did you mention it's hot? Because it is incredibly hot. You love George, but he is very reserved, and stays basically absolutely silent while he's painting.

You kind of wish he would talk more while he's painting. Not only are you left in almost complete silence to think about random things, he just ignores you when you do try and talk. Whenever he paints, he only really talks to you if you're either moving too much, or he'sfinally finished painting for the day.

The truth is, other days, he isn't usually like this. Well, he's still pretty reserved..and blunt....and quiet...and he still paints. But, it's a little easier to talk to him when he isn't working. You still love him though. Even if he can be a little bit too passionate about his work.

As you stare out at the water while he paints, you glance over at him. You've never exactly been very good at keeping still while he paints, which he chastises you for. "You can't become an actual model if you can't stay still." Well, George. You never reallywanted to be a real model anyways. You only really did it so he'd be happy. As you look at him, you see his eyes. Those eyes. The ones you feel in love with. You're transfixed. His deep, brown eyes. He isn't really looking at you, he only spares a glance, then goes back to painting. But you are certainly looking at him. As you stare, he suddenly speaks.

"Look out at the water, not at me." He says, in his usual monotone voice, snapping you out of your little fantasy.