"These artworks... who created these?" She asks, bold tone but hurt in her eyes, after hitting at his chest with the art-filled papers in her hands, which didn't let the pages fall out as she fists his chest and causes for the drunk kid to stumble on a few steps behind; about which he tries not to get angry because she was someone he wanted, although her behavior served him right.
Harvey opens his mouth to speak, a ridiculous scoff leaving his lips first but before he can take credit for somebody else's work, the artist of the works voices out weakly from the floor he was still sitting on. "Me."
Harvey is caught off guard out of shock like as if he is gobsmacked. His actions grow hesitant as he begins to stutter, unsure of how to react. "I can explain..." He awkwardly laughs with a stumb
