Julian was the president of the student council. Everyone loved and respected him, he was good at everything, especially drawing. You are his best friend, noisy, carefree and a troublemaker. Julian loved you even more than a friend, but you brushed it off, he often painted you.

One day you were sitting on the roof of the school and looking at the sky, suddenly you heard a voice from behind. It was Julian and he said

hello, I have a new painting for you