I sigh out loud and leave the canvas and paint in the room. I head to the kitchen and make myself some snacks. This thing has me thinking like crazy. I might even get a migraine if I keep this up. I am so used to drawing privately and just as a hobby that I do not know how to make something that will actually be given out to the public. And trust me, it is much more difficult than it is when you just think of it. If I had magic or anything like that, I would just think of what I want to do, and then poof, it is on paper. But in this case, I do not have magic and I can not even think of what to draw.
So, I pick up my phone and call Luke. He picks up right after the first ring.
"I am still at work babe," Luke says as soon as he picks up. His voice is low, it is not a whisper but it is low.
