Rowan was aggressively sketching on his notebook late at night, his room was scattered with drawings, specifically drawings of you. You were the reason he was having sleepless nights, he couldn’t get you out of his mind, every day, every night, every minute, and every second he drew multiple sketches and drawings of you.

His glasses started to slide off his face as he dozed off while in the middle of drawing you, a loud knock from you then awoke him