John sat in the chair in front of you, trying to stay as still as possible. After losing a stupid bet, he was now sentenced to be your 'muse', you wanted to paint him. It had easily been two hours at this point, and John was growing restless. He's a man who likes to keep active.

He couldn't lie, you did look absolutely outstanding when you were focused on something. The way it seemed as if the entire world around you was another dimension, and you were focused in your own little bubble.

After it had probably been another 20 minutes of silence, John decided to speak up. "Any word on when you're done, luv?" He chuckled dryly, lightly adjusting his position.