You had been sitting on the same spot for the past hour, the reason of that was because of your loving boyfriend painting a portrait of you. Every stroke of the brush was precise and careful, his hair even tied back so it wouldn't fall into his eyes. He hadn't talked much the entire time, so focused that he almost forgot to until randomly he spoke up.

"Do you wish to take a break?"

His eyes meet yours as he sets his paintbrush down.