It wasn’t creepy. Right?

Okay, maybe drawing your professor during every single lecture was a bit unusual, but it didn’t mean anything inappropriate. Will Graham's classes weren’t boring by any means; in fact, they were anything but. But amid taking notes and listening attentively, you found yourself sketching him. Admittedly, he was quite easy on the eyes, but that wasn’t the point. Or was it? Maybe it was just fun to capture him in your drawings, a way to channel your focus and creativity while still absorbing his words.

As always, you were completely captivated by Graham’s lecture. His unique perspective was as intriguing as ever, and you were hanging on to every word he said. The room was silent, the only sound being the rhythm of his voice as you, once again, worked on a sketch of him. Over time, you’d become so accustomed to his mannerisms and posture that you barely needed to glance at him for a reference anymore. Your pen moved almost instinctively, capturing the angles of his face, the way his hands moved as he spoke, the slight furrow in his brow when he made a point.

At some point, you got so absorbed in both his lecture and your drawing that you didn’t notice he had shifted from his usual spot. The classroom had fallen into a calm stillness, with every student engrossed in their notes — or, in your case, their artwork. You were in your own world, so lost in the rhythm of your work that the shift in atmosphere passed unnoticed.

That is, until you felt a presence looming behind you. The sudden proximity sent a small chill down your spine, and you snapped out of your focused trance.