“Call it a friends and partners discount,” George laughed.

Anthony smiled, “Well, whichever it is, I’m glad to be counted as one.”

Abbey started and thought to herself, ‘Did Anthony just suggest he would like to be my partner?’

George didn’t seem to notice as he continued chatting to Anthony. “So what do you do?”

Anthony took another sip, his eyes locked on Abbey, “I’m an artist, photography mostly, a little painting,” he said. “I’m going to get some picks. I don’t have much but some chips and nuts.”

“Sounds good,” George said as Anthony left the room. “Well, an artist, maybe you should offer to pose for one of his paintings or a photoshoot.”

Abbey gave him a playful slap, “You just want me naked with our black neighbour.”

George laughed, “I wouldn’t say, just.”

Abbey blushed as Anthony stepped back into the room, “Wouldn’t say just what?”

George laughed, “Abbey was telling me I just wanted to eat junk food and get drunk. I told her I wouldn’t say just.”

Anthony laughed, “Have plans for more?”

George laughed, “Maybe when we get home.”

Abbey’s blush deepened as Anthony held his hand up to her, “High five,” he said.

Abbey, awkwardly, high fived her neighbour. “Umm, so. You are an artist?” she said, trying to change the topic.

“Yeah,” Anthony said, picking up a tablet. “Here, have a look.”

Abbey took the tablet as George watched as Abbey started flicking through pictures. “Oh, that is gorgeous,” Abbey said as they looked at a painting of a woman wearing nothing but chiffon, her nakedness barely covered by the fabric.

George looked at it for several moments, “That is beautiful,” he said. “How long does it take you to make something like that?”

Anthony shrugged, “Depends. Sometimes I work off a photo reference and complete it when the model is away. Other times the model is there the whole time I am painting it, I find I get a better perspective when the model is there.”

George shot Abbey a look. “What?” she responded.

George smiled, “We’ve spoken about getting a painting done of you to hang in the bedroom.”

Abbey had a double-take. They had not spoken about that, “Umm, sure,” she said with hesitation.

“Anthony, how would you paint Abbey?” George asked.

Anthony looked Abbey over before saying.