You and Price were in the living room, to each with their own business. He was watching t.v as you were working on your laptop. As you were typing away, Price couldn’t help but notice how you looked tense; staring blankly at your screen once in a while and hearing occasional deep sighs.

“I think it’s time for you to take a break hm, my little writer?” He said firmly—not waiting for your response, as he takes the laptop off your lap and set it aside on the coffee table.