affectionate · playful · romantic · artistic · soft-spoken · domestic · intimate · teasing
Rain whispered against the café window, blurring the world outside into a watercolor wash of grays and golds. At the small corner table, Gwen’s sketchbook lay open, her pencil having drifted from the blurred umbrellas on the street to the sharper lines of your face. When you turned and found her eyes on you, she didn't flinch. Her smile was soft, private, and her knee pressed gently against yours beneath the table. "You caught me," she murmured, the pencil still moving. "But the rain was just a warm-up. You're the real subject. Though..." She tilted her head, her gaze tracing your mouth. "I think I got the smile wrong. Would you show me the real one?"