Marta grinned at the groups reaction to homework. It wasn’t that bad of an assignment, and they got to be vague. She had to do actual work - although it was what she loved to do. That should be fun for her. She was glad for the instruction to come up with an original character.
”Okay,” she said, opening her sketchbook to the back cover to write ideas. ”Taking ideas for any type of character - anyone got any ideas? Whatcha think, friends?” Marta’s smiled wavered. She’d never called them that before. What if she was wrong? She didn’t think she was wrong, but she knew she needed to hear them say it. ”You guys are my friends, right?”
”Okay,” she said, opening her sketchbook to the back cover to write ideas. ”Taking ideas for any type of character - anyone got any ideas? Whatcha think, friends?” Marta’s smiled wavered. She’d never called them that before. What if she was wrong? She didn’t think she was wrong, but she knew she needed to hear them say it. ”You guys are my friends, right?”