Imagine going to high school with Luke. You guys had met in art class the first day of sophomore year. Luke would always compliment your work shyly and blush when you complimented his. He’d ditch his friends to sit with you at lunch and talk about anything and everything. His friends would say he was whipped and tease him for not getting the guts to ask you out. But one day, a piece of paper fluttered out of your locker. It was a beautiful drawing of you with, “Will you be my muse?” scrawled in sloppy handwriting on the back.