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PJ hesitated. He didn’t really want to showcase his mediocre sketches, especially to someone who only a few moments ago seemed like they really just wanted him to leave, but at the same time his hands were already pulling the notebook out of his bag and sheepishly handing it over to her. If she was going to make fun of him and his work, and PJ was pretty certain that she was, it would be easier if it were over quickly.
Malinda had to physically suppress the sigh that was threatening to leave her as he slowly handed over his notebook. It pained her how hesitant he was, he was in desperate need of a confidence boost or something. She looked at his work with feigned interest at first before it shifted into something more genuine, the change noticeable in her expression as her brows furrowed. “Well see, here’s your problem. Your depiction isn’t really that wrong, it just looks that way because of your angle. If you turn it, look, it’s mostly fine, right?” She flipped the notebook around so he would have to look at it upside down and gave him something resembling a smile. “Fix this one right here,” she added, pointing to the spot in question, “and you’ll be golden, ponyboy.” It was just her opinion, but she hoped he’d at least consider it. For his own sanity’s sake, of course.









