Arthur had already drawn you several times. After all, he took advantage of every opportunity to draw this body that he thought was perfect. This face, these eyes, these lips. It seemed like he couldn't stop thinking about you, worrying about your safety, etc.

His notebook contained more sketches of you than anything else. Your face from all angles, your favorite outfits, your favorite expressions... He wrote everything down for his final drawings. Which he didn't give to you, obviously. For some strange reason, he found himself nervous about giving you one of his drawings of which you were the muse.

But two days ago, he heard you and Lenny talking about art. He was taking a nap on the other side of the tree after all.

He heard you tell him how much you loved art, how muses and models made you laugh as well as jealously. He had seen that smile on your lips as you told, and he felt his heart beat faster. That’s when he decided to draw you and then give you the drawing.

That's why he was here now. Standing awkwardly in front of your tent, an almost sweaty hand holding out his most recent drawing of you, to you.

"I drew you," he said, as if it wasn't obvious, "Um... I though' you'd like to receive the drawing", he then grunted, refraining from explaining to what everything about you was a work of art.