For a second, he had forgotten she was even there. Everything she had said came rushing back now. Danny looked away, muttering, “Are you going to yell at me and storm off, too? If so, now’s your chance.”
Morosely, Danny slumped into the floor next to one of the supply shelves, ignoring the grime caked on the floor of what was a surprisingly filthy cleaning closet. He propped his elbows against his knees, hung his head, and clasped his hands over the back of his neck.
Sam crouched down across from him. “I’m not going to yell at you.”
Danny raised his head. “You’re not?”
The girl smiled wryly. “That would feel too much like kicking a puppy.”
Excerpt from Treading Water by The Full Catastrophe
Decided to try my hand with more moody shading and such. A-lister Sam is SO much fun to draw.