“Why the hustle back to the city? I thought you made your own hours.”
“Well, typically, I do,” she admits. “But there is this job I want to start prepping for.”
“It’s not really a job yet,” she corrects hastily. “More like I’m trying to prepare a portfolio to submit in the hopes it’ll get me an interview.”
“Sounds like a lot of work for a maybe.”
She shrugs. “It’s not easy being a cartoonist these days.”
“How did you find yourself on that path in the first place?”
“By accident,” she admits. “I was a quiet kid. Mom called me shy; Dad was nice and went with ‘introspective.’ My siblings preferred ‘hermit.’” She chuckles. “The truth is probably all of the above. But either way, I wasn’t great at expressing myself. I thought I was gonna go crazy for a little while. All these thoughts and
