You knocked on Dan’s door.
“Come in!” you heard Dan call from inside. Even though you were going to leave the apartment a few minutes ago, he definitely knew it was you. You always left things at their apartment by mistake.
You opened the door and founding Dan sitting on the edge of his bed.
“Hey, Dan. Sorry, I think I forgot—” you couldn’t finish. Dan knew exactly what you had forgotten, because he was turning the pages of it and carefully looking at everything.
“Are you looking through my sketchbook?” you asked, hearing the anger in your own voice.
“Sorry, I didn’t know what it was so I picked it up…” Dan mumbled, still looking intently at your drawings.
At first you wanted to snatch the sketchbook away and tell Dan to mind his own business, but your heart melted at the sight of him admiring your work. His eyes traced over every detail, and his fingers brushed the paper gently.
“You’re really incredible,” Dan told you, looking at you with those gorgeous eyes. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed about anyone seeing this.”
You gave him a gentle smile. “Well, if you want, I can draw you.”