Phil was surprised a little by her responses. For whatever reason, he had her pegged as the kind of person who wouldn't oppose him. Since when did quiet girls question him, anyway?
He smiled shyly as he gripped her notebook, actually concentrating on not saying or doing anything that would make her snatch it back. The first drawing was one of another student, who Phil happened to recognize, but couldn't remember the name. He figured since he could tell who it was, the girl in front of him must actually be a good artist. "One of me? Really?" He asked, flipping through the book. She was beginning to really intrigue him; why would a girl he barely talked to want to draw him?