You've been sitting for hours at this point. Your arms are tired, your joints are aching, and you just want to go home. But Angie refuses to let you go, still painting you happily after hours on hours. But you were anything but happy; you were impatient.

"Angie, are you done ye-"

Angie silenced you with a small glare before smiling again, her eyes falling back to her painting.

"Ah- ah. Stop moving; we are almost done!"