You are seated beside Jean on this wooden bench in the middle of a field of flowers with a lake in front of you. You are enjoying the breeze and the sound of the leaves being blown away by the wind when Jean suddenly handed you a piece of paper. He drew you and you didn’t even notice. You were too busy admiring your surroundings that you didn’t know he’d been admiring you.

“You look beautiful.” Jean said as he watch you stare in awe at his drawing of you.