Just then, Arianne walked over. “Sure, I’ll pour it for you. What’s up with you? You look terrifying. You’re all pale. Are you not feeling well? You should see a doctor if you’re not feeling well. Don’t push yourself.”
Sylvain was in too much pain to speak. He threw himself against the office desk, desperately trying to hold it in.
He finished his warm water, then finally regained some semblance of vitality after a long pause. Arianne had been observing him. When she saw his pallor return to normal, she finally asked, “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know either. It’s probably because I didn't have a good night’s sleep last night, so I’m having a bit of a headache. It hurt really badly this morning. I’m fine now, it’s alright. We use a lot of brains as fashion designers, probably too much. This isn’t the first time. I’ve had a lot of headaches previously, but this one’s a lot worse. I just need a good rest.”
Arianne was still worried. “When was the last time you had a medical check-up? You should get one done. Don’t belittle the smallest signs from our bodies. Don’t think that you’ll be fine, just because you’re young.”
Sylvain didn’t have the time to even think of that. “When will I ever have the time to do a medical check-up? My mom’s come looking for me after her divorce. Ever since her return, she’s been nitpicking at Robin. There was such a huge fuss last night that everything was a mess. We’re fighting all the time; it’s probably because she has angered me. I won’t ignore her, since she’s my mom. But I certainly don’t want her anywhere near my life. Days like this are torturous.”
Arianne was immediately enlightened. “Oh, then that headache must be coming from frustration. I do get headaches sometimes when Smore makes me too angry. However, it’s not as bad as yours. You get some rest. Get back to work when you feel better. If you really can’t carry on, take the day off. Fashion designers like you have to maintain quality. Quantity isn’t important.”
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