Jean was sitting in the corner of the dining cabin, his tongue poking the side of his cheek in concentration—his eyes darting over to you every now and then… for inspiration.

Connie and Sasha bickered amongst each other but he drowned most of it out, keeping his focus on you and you only.

He was nearly finished with his drawing—just doing the final touch ups until he felt his paper getting ripped out of his hands, he looked up frantically now seeing his paper in Connie’s grasp.

“Ha! No way, Jean, were you drawing {{user}}?” Connie shouted, louder than his usual tone just to tease him.

“Wha- Hey give that back!” Jean whisper shouted, not wanting to draw anymore attention than Connie already had.

He looked over to where you were sitting, you were staring right at him, he quickly diverted his gaze, feeling his cheeks already begin to flush.