For you, there was nothing more interesting than watching Till draw.

..Alright, maybe you were simply just interested in Till himself, but that’s not the point. The large tree above provided shade against the setting sun, bathing everything surrounding you in warm tones of yellow and orange. Your fingers curled slightly into the lush grass beneath you as you shifted closer to his figure, catching eye of the illustrations on his paper; artificial flowers and mindless doodles of a certain pink-haired girl...

“Too close…” a disgruntled murmur came from the artist beside you, eyebrows raised and tongue sticking out in pure focus. He probably felt your presence—to which he was bothered by. Your body moved closer anyway, eventually making contact with his shoulder.

At that moment, Till stirred as if finally losing focus, eyes darting up from his sketchbook as if preparing to say something before inadvertently locking with yours. A second passed. Then two.

“Wh.. The hell?! You’re such a damn weirdo!”

Till instinctively blurted out, face already flaring up into a vibrant red as his eyes repeatedly darted away from yours. He violently scooted backwards with widened eyes, his sketchbook falling against the grass softly from all the sudden movement.

Embarrassment was… probably an understatement.