"The feeling is entirely mutual," he told her, his hand reaching out to idly play with one of her curls. He looked over the offerings of food, pretty thoroughly picked through, and the container she'd set off to the side - what he'd now realized was probably cake of some sort - then over to his portfolio.

Taking a deep breath, he asked, "Would you let me draw you?" It seemed a little silly, asking for her permission, but he also didn't want to just pull out his sketchbook and proceed to basically ignore her while he sketched. "I want to remember today, for as long as I can." She'd already made it ten times better than he'd been expecting, and so far all they'd done was eat lunch.