Lance Everdale
Lance put the pen down and stretch. His back sore and his fingers numb. Hunching to draw straight for six hours is killing him. His joints at his back and fingers crack as he inclined his torso and crossed his fingers as high as it could take him.
The old fashioned clock stand beside his bookshelves struck 11:15 pm. He watch Iyesha collapsed on her seat fifteen minutes ago. How cute. He chuckled. She must be so tired. Careful to not wake her up, he slid his chair backward and tiptoed to head into one of his rooms nearby. He fetch one blanket. He's on his way out but remembered there's another girl with them so he took two.
He carefully draped the blanket on Iyesha's sleeping figure. He trudges on the opposite side to do the other girl the same but she's awake. Folding one knee closer to her chest, the girl leans one elbow on her leg to support her face. She looks bored.