"What's your favorite color?"
"Uh, like sunrise orange."
"Okay, good."
"Is this for that thing you were talking about?"
"Mhm. It's almost done actually, I just have to draw the rest and fill it in."
"What exactly was it?"
"It's you."
"You don't even know what I look like, Zayn."
"And that's why I'm waiting for you to come here. I'll need you as my muse."
"Can't I just send you a picture instead? I don't wanna sit still for hours."
"I want to draw you while you're present. It'll make it come out with better aura."
"You and your art theories confuse me sometimes."
"Good. How many days now? Like four isn't it?"
"Yep! I'm bringing my camera, so this is a warning that there may or may not be plenty of candid photos taken."
"Oh God."
"You're probably hot, don't worry."
"Whatever you say. I'm exhausted, I'll call you tomorrow?"
"The usual time?"
"Of course. Night babes."
"Night, Zayn."