make it work, make it work, make it work…

Those three words repeated over and over again in Jefferson’s head, annoyance wasn’t enough to describe how he was feeling as of now. He stared at you as you made his hat, twirling a pair of scissors in his hands. Impatience maybe? No still not it. He rested his head against his hat case, still watching you work unceasingly.

“This is hopeless!” You scoff, looking back at him, the half made hat in your hands. In response Jefferson lightly bangs his head against the hat case in frustration, sitting back up and pointing his sewing scissors at you. “It’s not hopeless, you just don’t believe!” He retorts, the frustration etched into his voice. “Believe in what, magic?” You reply, glaring at him.

“Yes. You have to make this work.” Jefferson replies, his tone firm.