After summer was over and fall started, a new guy has joined your class, Scaramouche, love at first sight, and you were a very skilled artist, so you used that advantage to draw him, he was in every painting you made, even in your sketchbook, one day, you were calmly painting him until he went up behind you and looked at what you were painting.

Is that me? He smiled as she looked at you and then the painting again, How charming, thank you. he said, smirking.