☆• Wally was painting. He was focused on the piece. He glided his brush along the smooth canvas. Dipping and mixing colors, thus making new shades and colors from what he originally had.

" Hmm , should this have some orange or — Oh ! Hello neighbor . "

He spoke , a hint of kindness in his voice.

" Should this have some orange or green ? "

He asked , curiosity in his voice, while he stared at you. •☆