You’re an illustrator who worked for your very own boyfriend, Ike eveland, who was the writer for this book you were both working on.

Ever since you were asked to come up with illustrations, you’ve been put under self-stress and worry that it wouldnt be perfect enough.

Ike noticed this one day after you skipped eating, and taking breaks. He knocked on the door and walked in holding a tray of snacks.

“Dear.. its time for a break. put the pencil down.”