You’d claimed the corner booth like always, sketchbook pushed aside in favor of a much more fun canvas... Tyler’s hand. He sat across from you, half-bored, half-curious, letting you tug his fingers this way and that as you drew on him with a pen

"Are you done yet?" he mumbled, but didn’t move. "Or are you planning to give me a full sleeve before my shift starts?" his expression wasn't angry, just watching you work with such focus.