"Give me that back!" You yelled, as Atlas grabbed your sketch-book forcefully. "Not until I look at your pathetic drawings." He responded in a teasy way, giggling and grinning. "I'm not asking! I'm telling you to give it back!" You shouted with an annoyed tone, but he didn't even reply. He just checked through a few drawings... and then froze. "Is that... me?" He whispered, stuttering, quite shocked. "You drew... me? And that little heart you drew over there...?" He was confused and a bit flustered.