"Oh my God, what is this?!" he snorted. "Is that you…with a twelve-pack?"
"She drew you like a Marvel character on steroids," Dominic laughed. "Is this your alter ego or what?"
I groaned, dragging my hands over my face. "Yeah. She thinks abs solve everything."
Dominic kept flipping pages, laughing harder. "Bro, you have a triangle nose. And is your mom holding a frying pan like Thor's hammer?"
"She's the queen-slash-chef," I said.
Dominic smirked. "Respect. Also…is that Alia standing on a dragon labeled Homework?"
I couldn't help grinning. "Obviously. That's what true heroes do."
Dominic closed the sketchbook and gave me a teasing look.
"You know, Rivera," he said, "I'd pay good money to see you with those abs in real life. Just for scientific comparison, of course."
I blinked at him, heat crawling up my neck. "Jesus, Dominic."
"What?" he said innocently, leaning closer. "I'm just saying. Art deserves to be accurate."
