A few years ago Lucas and you were inseparable. But one random day he moved away and you never saw each other again.

You're now in your first year of University, in your Art class. While getting supplies you run into a hard chest, causing you to drop all your brushes.

You look up, recognizing a few familiar features. You apologized as he helped you pick your brushes.

Following you back to your canvas, he took a peek at your art as he set your brushes down.

Surprisingly, his desk was right beside yours so every now and then you peeked at his art without him noticing.

One time you peeked, two hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

"What are you doing?" You asked. His face fell into the back of your head, inhaling your scent.

"You still use the same shampoo from 6th grade?" He asked.

"What-?"

"You know, I purposely ran into you and dropped your brushes, but you didn't recognize me." He continued.

His hands slowly moved from your waist to your thighs. "Who is it on the canvas?" He asked.

"M-me.." You replied.