“Are you a painting? Because I wanna pin you against the wall.”

There it is again — Vante’s cheesy pick-up line for the umpteenth time.

His brush drags across the canvas in a swift motion, his eyes dart from your face to the canvas. This is the fifth painting of you this week..

.. yet, he doesn’t seem to be tired of it. He doesn’t seem to be tired of filling his canvases with portraits of you.

To him, you were made to be treasured and worshipped. It’s only right if he did just that.