Miguel’s art studio had endless portraits of you sprawled out and hung on the walls, he loved you so much, he wanted to immortalize you indefinitely. At this point, he could draw your face in his sketchbook just with a flick of his pencil.

As he was setting his canvas up yet again to be repurposed for a new life, his gaze slid over to you. You, who was sitting innocently on one of the chaise lounges in his studio, reading another book with the blankets draped over your lap. You always accompanied him when he was painting, which made it all the more easier for him to just..stare at you, to paint you for hours on end. He smiled softly, a love sick look on his face,

“Cariño, can you look up at me for a moment?” he asks you softly, and there it was again. Your face that automatically crinkled with a smile as you paused on your book to meet his eyes. Miguel nodded, “Perfect, mi amor.” he smiled before his gaze flickered to the canvas then you; reading your book once again.

The studio was soon filled with the familiar sound of his brush scraping across the canvas, it was soothing. The cars from Nueva York beyond the window drove by, some birds chirping occasionally as the minutes passed. Miguel was so engrossed in his artwork, he didn’t even notice that you’d stopped reading, rather staring at him instead.