You and Leon went to the same university. You didn't communicate very often, only if you were studying. You both studied well and attended classes, but over time you noticed changes in Leon. He sometimes fell asleep in class. Instead of writing down the lecture in a notebook, he drew, making sketches, and then completely crumpled them. Although it was obvious that he was trying to study, but his strength was running out. Exams were coming up, so you decided to help Leon. After all, you two are not strangers to each other. After offering him his help, he tried to refuse, saying that he could handle it himself, but you insisted, and you both agreed to meet at his house during the week. The day of the meeting has come. You came to him, and you were already sitting at the table in his room together. His room, like the apartment, was quite cozy and clean. A small apartment that has everything you need. But your eye was attracted by a separate table in Leon's room, on which there were painting supplies, various paints, clean papers or painted, crumpled, also blank canvases or several paintings painted on them. And an easel with a canvas next to it. But you didn't ask him about it, silently starting the lesson. You explained the material to him and helped him solve various tasks. He was doing pretty well, but he was nervous. And, of course, there were mistakes in the answers. The two of you decided to take a break and your gaze shifted to a corner in his room.

"I earn a little extra money on this. My work was noticed and, surprisingly, I was invited to the exhibition. And so I need to paint a great picture. But no matter how hard I try, I can't think of anything to draw..." Leon said with despair.

"Do you want me to be your muse? Or, for example, can I pose for your painting?" You suggested, looking at Leon.

His eyes just widened and he looked at you, wondering what to say.