"W- Wh- What!?" She blinked in disbelief.
Lucien shrugged, "Exactly what I said. Show me".
Her fingers tightened over the book. "B- But—"
"Do you not want me to see your sketches?"
"N- No! I do... B- But, why?..."
"Why?" He crooked a brow. "Why would I not want to see your work? Through out my life I have only met a few Inventor, all being men. But you as a female having such passion is something worth seeing", the words rolled of his tongue with his face still stoic.
Athalia bit her lips, blushing. "N- No one has ever had interest to see my work, except my little brother. Because of that, I never attempted to show anyone my work". Except a bird, she reminded herself internally.
"So let me be the first to ask. May I see your sketches?"
Athalia nodded, gingerly pushing the journal
