“Work was great!” he answered happily as he took a sandwich out, unwrapped it, and physically put it into one of her hands, taking the pencil from her. He didn’t want her getting sick because she wasn’t eating. Not after what the doctor told him. “I got paid, I got a few more jobs… it’s all the same, really…!”
“That’s wonderful,” she said, smiling at him. She looked down at the sandwich in her hand, deciding to take a bite if it meant pleasing him. She tried to chew and swallow fast, resting the sandwich back onto the table after. “I’m sure your customers really loved them. They’ll probably tell their friends and with word of mouth and the gallery, you’ll become really famous.”
Giggling, she reached for her notebook to show her some more of the drawings she had done, the page open to her costume designs by accident. “Maybe with practice I’ll eventually became famous too?” She joked.
Jack smiled as she took a few bites, but would be sure to ensure she ate the whole thing, and the fruit he brought her. The last thing he wanted was her recovery being affected because of her frail shape. He sat on the edge of the bed, taking her note pad from her.
“Yeah a lot of them said they saw my work… s-said they saw the posters and stuff so they looked into my work… my websites hit numbers are flying.” he explained before he looked down at the page.
“…oh, what’s this?” he asked, looking at the costume design.
Jack Maple 