(Kim's Point Of View)
I never thought one could look this athletic with just a brush in hand and stroking it on the sketch caravan.
I placed my chin on my palms and graced my eyes with this magnificence. Arthur was fictitious. How could one person possess this much glamour? My hands were thrilling and I didn't stop them as I reached out to trail a finger on his lips, making him freeze and gawked at me bewildered but I smiled and just carved out his flawless lips but he shook my hand off. I pouted.
"What are you doing?" He grilled with a grimace.
"Nothing!" I retorted in a high-pitched tone. "I just thought you looked glorious, you look so out of this world,"
The frown on his face was exacerbated. "I guess first impression could be wrong sometimes," he tsked.
"What do yo
