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She sat back on the bed and propped herself up with some pillows. Then she opened her sketchbook.
He gave her a frown. “You’re working. Why is it fair that I can’t work, but you can?”
“This isn’t really work, though. This is my passion.”
“What if this is my passion, too?”
She pointed her finger at him. “Ha! You said work wasn’t your passion.”
He narrowed his eyes. “No, I said work wasn’t my favorite thing to do. There’s a difference.”
Nara huffed, but he was right. She was passionate about more than one thing. “All right, you got me. But now that begs the question, what is your favorite thing to do? You never told me. And now I want to know. So, spill it.”
A funny look came over his face. “You’re so forward. Shouldn’t we get to know each other better before getting so personal?”
Why didn’t he just tell her? It was almost like he didn’t want to, which was odd. Why wouldn’t he want to? “You’re so funny. Stop changing the subject. What is it? Is it embarrassing?”
He scoffed. “No.”
“Then tell me. What were you talking about when you said work wasn’t what you liked best? Is it a hobby?”
He closed his laptop and swiveled in his chair so he faced her fully. “Yes.”
“Is it an indoor hobby, or an outdoor hobby?”
He considered her question for a moment, then answered. “Both.”
Both? She tried to think of a hobby that could be done both indoors and outdoors, but nothing came to mind. Unless he was being tricky. Like, a person could look at their stamp collection on their back porch. Was that what he meant? She squinted at him. “Stamp collecting?”
He rolled his eyes. “No.”
“You don’t get to do that to me. If I make a guess, you don’t get to roll your eyes.”
“Even if it’s a dumb guess?”
She slapped the bed with her hand. “Why is that a dumb guess?”
“How does a person collect stamps outdoors?”
Now she felt stupid. Did she dare tell him what she was thinking? She could feel the heat creep up her neck. “Never mind. Give me a clue.”
“A clue?” Derek tapped his chin while he thought. “Okay,” he said slowly. “I like this hobby because it lets me be artistic.”
Nara sat up straight. Artistic? Emperor Derek? She couldn’t even imagine him being the tiniest bit artistic. He was kind of a fussy person. He didn’t like to get anything on his hands. But maybe he’d outgrown that as an adult. “Painting?”
“Nope.”
“Sculpting?”
“No.”
“Jewelry making?”
Derek made a face. “Me?”
Nara shook her head. “Okay, no. I can’t see you working with tiny beads. You’d go crazy if they weren’t all lined up or something.”
“That’s kind of true.”
