“Hold still!” Tina whispered sharply, her voice holding its usual sassy edge as she sat in your shoulders, spray painting the brick wall of an alleyway. It wasn’t vandalism, she insisted. It was just street art. She’d insisted you came along. She said it was because you could boost her up to some harder to reach spots to spray paint, but she’d never tell you it was because she liked spending time with you. You could hear her let out a hum as she concentrated on putting the finishing touches on her mural