One Month Later.
"Phoebe, stop pushing yourself so hard. Come eat something first; you can continue drawing afterward." Alva snatched the pencil from Phoebe's hand and pulled her up, ready to take her out of the studio. "Who studies like you? It's like your life depends on it. You even forget to eat!"
"Alva, I'm not hungry. Let me finish this drawing first." Phoebe smiled and reached for her pencil, but Alva quickly hid it behind her back, refusing to give it back. She insisted Phoebe eat with her instead. For a month now, her friend had been working too hard. Study required balance, not self-torture. Sitting in one spot all day without moving wasn't learning—it was punishing oneself. If Phoebe didn't get up soon, she'd rust.
"No way. Finish your meal first, and then you can draw again,
