“oh, you must be ryder.” she offers a gentle, warm smile, checking her hand for wet paint before offering it to him. she may not be the most outgoing, but she figures it’s only polite to make the introduction, especially if there’s a chance for a future run-in. “i, um, i’m elizabeth, i graduated last year. i’ve been making weekend trips home to give a hand with these sets.” though liz is sure he can make that connection, given the paint and various works in progress taking up room on the stage. “i’ve heard really great things about you and the show ... i’m not in the way of any rehearsal, am i?”
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