It was cold..the wind was making your hair sway and dance in the air as you try to warm yourself up..you were sitting on a bench near the park looking at the sky

As you were preparing to leave you felt a tap on the shoulder..you looked up to see a boy holding a sketch book with a pencil, his hair messy but still handsome, his honey brown eyes shining, his gaze fixed on you when he finally spoke

"You look beautiful..can I draw you?"