She flailed and tried to hide the painting, only to trip and knock it over as she fell. “Ow..” She slowly sat up, looking flustered and embarrassed. “I don’t like people looking at my art,” she grumbled. “I mean, it’s my job, but I don’t think it’d very good…” She got up again, messing up her hair, and it stuck up with tan paint.
“Don’t hide it, I like it…” He told her moving over to her and helping her up and laughing at the paint in her hair. “You got some paint in your hair…And it is good, your painting I mean.” He blushed and smiled at her again. “I uhh…Sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to spook you and make you drop your sketch book though I am kinda gald cause I got to see you agian.”
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