You were sketching a girl a few tables away; her hair was so pretty and her outfit was perfection.

As you didn't want her to notice, you only stole quick, discreet glances and sketched as much as you could remember from them.

Little did you know that her eyes drifted to you every so often as well.

You were halfway drawing her when you didn't notice her rise from her seat, walking towards your table.

"Hey. Wait.. are you drawing me?"