"There's nothing that can be done."
Justin Battleson looked solemnly at Charlotte Thompson, "Charlotte, it pains me to see you working so hard."
"But what if I suddenly lose my inspiration? I'd be very upset."
Charlotte pouted, and seeing that Justin remained unmoved, she stealthily reached out and tugged at his sleeve.
"Just one more sheet, the very last one, okay?" Charlotte looked at Justin expectantly, even with a hint of coquetry.
Justin looked down, gaze locked on Charlotte's watery eyes, and finally gave in.
"Agreed, but after the last design sketch, you must go rest straight away, understood?"
"Understood, boss."
Charlotte smiled, then tilted her head up and gave Justin a light kiss on the cheek.
Justin sat down next to Charlotte: "I'll stay with you."
Charlotte ignored him, and Justin began concentrating on drawing the design.
However, as she drew, Charlotte felt something was amiss.
"What are you doing?"