"What would happen if you go out of the sun?" Tamsyn asked. She only knew about these things in books. Never did she meet anyone like him, that's for sure.
Henry gestured to the scar on his neck, “This does. It’s happened when I was little but I don’t remember much.” He eyed the woman curiously, “The name’s Henry Pearl. And you are?”
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“I’m not upset or anythin, I like people who are curious to seek the truth.” Henry listened while she explained her name, “Wow, that really is amazin, and it does sound fancy, much more than Henry,” he laughed softly.
Henry took a sip of coffee, “I work over at Arthur’s Garage, but I’m not very good at fixin cars. I’ve started workin on a mural for him, I’m more of a painter. What do you do for a livin?”
Tamsyn placed the back of her hands under her chin, her elbows on the table. She watched him as he sipped his coffee and smiled slightly as he started telling her about his work. Her eyes widened as he told her he was a painter.
“You paint? I would love to see those.” Her smile turned into a big grin. “And as for my work, I am a teacher for kids. I started last week. I really want to see your works though!”
