I began sketching his gorgeous face, his hawk-like eyes down to his pointed noise, and pinky curvy lips, and his awfully sharp jaw. I also drew his messy hair, the way I like it.
He even tried to look at me and my sketchpad while maintaining his focus on the road.
"Don't move," I said to him. He chuckled.
"You're really good at sketching. Despite the fact that you're currently drawing a handsome person," he tried to look at my pad again.
"Eyes on the road, you cocky person!" I pointed at the road and widened his eyes on him for being stubborn. He laughed at me and just did what I said.
"I'm just saying, Jiana," he defended. "And I'm not cocky. That was just a fact,"
"Shut up and drive," I said bluntly because I became more focused on my portrait of him.
I kept on sketching various things including him and the road when we arrived at Amapola. It was almost five PM when we arrived since it was a little far.
