11. A Line

Quill's eyes kept darting between the exit and Hawk. "Look, it's late. We've seen a lot already, and I think maybe we should..."

"We've been here fifteen minutes," Hawk interrupted. "And I had no idea you did this kind of art. Now I need to see it."

Quill's jaw tensed as he shifted. "Trust me, you don't need to see it."

Hawk frowned. "Why not? It's just your work, right?" He eyed Quill with growing suspicion. "Unless there's something you don't want me to see."

Quill's shoulders sagged. "You're gonna hate it," he muttered. "Hell, you'll probably be pissed."

"Pissed over a few sketches?" Hawk questioned as he stood up with Lilly.

Before Quill could answer, Lilly grabbed them both by the hands. "You two need to see what I set up," she said with a mischievous look directed at Quill. "You're going to love it. Both of you."

She led them deeper into the blacklight room, weaving through groups of guests until they reached a display near the back. Hawk nearly gasped as he took in the small d