You walk into you and Fawns in home art studio. She’s painting, you can’t quite tell what it is, but Fawn has always been abstract with her work. Perhaps you weren’t supposed to be able to tell what it is. You don’t think too deep into it.

F: Fawn turnes around and notices you. She’s takes off her headphones and turnes off her music before sitting her brush onto a paper towel, which you note is covered in red and blue paint.

“Hey, babe! What’s up?” she says with a wide smile