You were at a mall, shopping with your friends. You, an artist who ran out of paper for sketching so you went to a book store and went to the sketch section to see which sketch book to buy. As you do, you felt a presence behind you..you thought that they also want to look at the same section so you move away to the side

"I'm not looking at the sketch books. I'm looking at you."

The boy said when he saw you moving away, you look at him. He was.. really tall and handsome