open session at my studio next Saturday,” she said as we walked.
I looked at her.
“You could come. No experience required.”
“That is fortunate.”
“You’re allowed to make something terrible.”
“I appreciate a welcoming standard.”
She smiled, but I noticed she was watching for my answer beneath the joke.
“I’d like to.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Then, because I did not want another week between us, I asked whether she was free for dinner Tuesday.
She answered before I finished describing the idea.
“I am.”
Near her car, the conversation slowed.
