Estelle was about to head out, when she heard her phone ringing upstairs, her eyes widening in panic as she raced upstairs and answered the phone, being yelled at by the manager about the cover art and were it was. Oops. She calmed down her screeching manager by assuring her she would have it by tomorrow, then hanging up. Estelle normally would send a rough sketch, but if her hands touched another pencil, she swore her hands would turn to dust. So she raced out of the inn, heading to the art shop she had heard often about, praying the owner would be there.

She burst into the front door, a fistful of money clutched in her hand. "I NEED THE ARTIST IMMEDIATELY" she yelled out, seeing the pink haired lady covered with paint, she ran up to her, eyes wide with panic. "I NEED TWO BOYS IN CLASSROOM, HOLDING HANDS IN THEIR SEA-" she suddenly stopped when she noticed the boy in the shop, and stopped dead, her face lighting up red. Boys had always given her cold glares when they realized what books she wrote, and she never got along with them. She stared at the boy, afraid to continue with her description of the cover art.