âSure~?â She cocked her head to the side, baring her teeth in a smile. â Are you sure that youâre sure?â She picked up on the possibly insecure answer that was given. The answer was not a clear proclamation of his thoughts, or so it sounded like. âOnly people who are unsure say âsureâ, you see. But thatâs in the past now~!â She decided not to linger on the matter, and began to paint.
Angie hummed merrily as the the acquaintance looked over her shoulder at her art. She tapped the end of her paintbrush on her chin, when there were only a few strokes of red paint on the canvas.âSomething is missing.â She stated, before she seemingly thought of an idea and smiled . She rotated herself around and flung herself off of her stool, running across the art studio and into a closet. She returned with an extra canvas, and various hues of paint: Â a liter for each hue. She hardly had any room to spare within her grasp, barely hanging onto everything.
âGod says that you should give it a try! Who knowsâ perhaps Heâll inspire you, as well!â She placed her materials on a nearby counter, and propped an easel upright on front of the stool Oliver was on. She organized the paints by color from red to violet, Â the warm and cool colors in separate rows for convenience. There were only about 12 colors, so one would have to mix them to get the color they want.
She picked up the paintbrush again, and smeared a small smudge of red paint on the otherâs nose. âJust let Him guide you.â She instructed.  âIt will give you something to do while Angie finishes what needs to be done!  Think of it as⌠an errand, Oliver! Nyahahaha~!â
âSo~! Is Oliver foreign? None of Angieâs classmates have English names, you see! Sheâs foreign too!â
When Angie had gone and retrieved another canvas and some paint, he had though that they were for her to use on her current project. Turned out though, that those painting supplies were for him to use. Before getting paint on his nose, he thought about the idea of him painting. It wasnât a bad idea, giving him something to do, and it wasnât like him to decline an offer like this.Â
Oliver opened a pocket in his suitcase, to retrieve a handkerchief for the paint on his nose. As he did so, he responded to her latest statement.
âIs that so... I was born and raised in England. How about you?â
His nose clean, he made his way to his paints and easel, looking at the paints available for use. Deciding to paint a picture of a beach near dusk, he started with the sandy beach of the foreground, planning on later painting in the ocean background and the sky. Maybe when he was done with all that heâd put something in the scene, but that was something for him to consider at a later point in time.
