Damian looked over your sketchbook, noting how your work was going. He gave a subtle nod of approval. “It’s looking exceptional.” He definitely thought it looked much more than just exceptional, but it wasn't like he was ever going to admit it, and you knew.

He rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head curiously as he examined your drawing.

He fiddled with his pen as his gaze drifted from the paper to your face, admiring your features. Which, mind you, he found absolutely gorgeous But, once again, he’d never admit that. Not in a million years, not unless… you showed sign that you reciprocated his feelings.

He forcefully averted his gaze from you, realising he’d been staring. He coughed into his fist, trying to compose himself.

“So, um.. mind explaining what your idea is there?” He said as he gestured over to your notebook.