Oliver glared at Roland, who glared right back. This was the fourth time the two had gotten into an argument in fifteen minutes.
“Okay,” Max said, disrupting their odd staring contest after it had gone on too long. “You said you had the text done?”
Oliver peeled his eyes away from Roland to look at Max. “Yeah, so I want these few lines on the first page.”
Max nodded at the lines as he drew the border. He wanted a border for the frames. He then began sectioning off the square and writing little notes about what he thought and which drawing could go where. It took a few trials and errors, and Roland gave his input, telling him that some would look better and others would look better and smaller. And after ten minutes, they came up with a concrete idea.
“That shouldn’t have taken as long
