When Adam talked about "a good mood" being conjured, Jolie could understand and sympathize entirely.  She knew the challenges of creating under pressure.  And at this magazine, there was nothing but pressure.  This was not a place of a lot of warm, cozy feelings.  She'd grown accustom to it and tried in her own way to brighten the mood and be a positive light to others.<br/><br/>Looking at this man, though, she felt a more personal pull to make him feel comfortable in this hostile environment.  They wandered down the hall to the comic strip room filled with chaos and writers bodies.  They were squeezed together a bit, and her fingers grazed his, and there was that buzz of undeniable electricity humming inside her skin.  It made the corners of her mouth turn up a little and a slight hint of heat in her cheeks. But she contained herself.  She was at work, in a place she was respected and trying to make an even greater name for herself.  She was with a stranger, and she knew she must behave.<br/><br/>They entered the comic strip room at last, and Adam attention shifted back to art. There were stools and tables filled with all sorts of pencils and paper and it seemed to draw him like a magnet.  She could feel his mood lighten even more.<br/><br/>"Well, it looks like you're very at home here, Adam.  Do you think you're in a  creative mood yet, or do require further cheering up?"  Jolie looked at Adam with a small mischievous grin, trying to be coy but on the inside feeling like a high school who just met the cute new boy in school.