You've been liking this one boy and halfway of the school knows, except the boy himself. You were drawing him for the seventh time in the week on the school cafeteria, feeling watched was a thing you were right now, but decided to ignore the feeling. Once you closed the sketchbook and looked behind, there he was. Ross staring at you attentively, he watched you draw him. "...sick drawing dude." he said nonchalantly and oddly calm.