Gregory was sketching away. His feet pulled up onto the ledge of the chair, his knees playing as the perfect spot for his sketchbook, the charcoal in his hand moving gracefully along the paper. You, a random student at Westin College, got pulled to the side to be his muse. You however were completely unaware that you would be holding the same position for ever, the slightest movement cause him to scold you lightly.