“Maybe, instead of hovering over me, you could try to help.” Guillaume was piping mad.
“Perhaps, instead of getting mad, you could focus on your drawing.” Florence countered.
“It’s a possiblity that you guys could work towards the cause instead of fighting?” A dark, imposing figure walked into the room. Lucky for them, this was study hall. Except for a few glares, he went unnoticed.
“Mathieu.” They both said at once. “The drawing is nearly completed. Except for a few… exotic flowers.” Guillaume said triumphantly. Mathieu smiled.
“I am not here to judge. Simply… oversee things.” His smile revealed this to be true.
“If I’m right, we can start somewhere near there.” A map was suddenly pulled out from where Florence’s nail had touched.
“Perfection.” Mathieu stated calmly.