“Is that me?” a voice rumbled from behind you.

You stiffened, glancing over your shoulder to see Angelo standing there, tall enough that his shadow spilled across your sketchbook. His curious eyes flicked between you and the page, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Your pencil hovered midair, caught in the act. You’d been working carefully on the lines of his jaw, the way his locs fell just so, and the quiet intensity that always seemed to follow him in class. You hadn’t expected him to notice, let alone sneak up on you.

He leaned down slightly, still studying the drawing. “Wow,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “That… actually looks like me.”

Your cheeks warmed, but there was pride in your chest too. You were good at capturing people, and today you had chosen him. The fact that he’d caught you only made the moment sharper, more alive.