(She picks through the little pile, and plucks the green paint from it to toss to him in a low arc. It's nice, to watch him paint. Nice and quiet. She likes the colours. She considers his mural with her arms crossed, then slides her cellphone out from the bottom of her suit sleeve and taps on it for a moment.
Eventually, she comes up to show him the screen, giving him a gentle tap on the back of his shoulder to get his attention.)
You are a very good artist. Would you like me to hold those boxes steady?
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Eventually, she comes up to show him the screen, giving him a gentle tap on the back of his shoulder to get his attention.)
You are a very good artist. Would you like me to hold those boxes steady?