"I've never seen you before," he comments, looking at her with a blank expression. She only giggles, her hands clutching a blank sketchpad.
"Well, hello to you, too," she teases, to which he simply grunts as he sits down on the floor - across from her - of the almost empty room. After all, she's gone and taken the only chair. In front of the only table.
Neither asks for a name, and neither gives one.
He shifts in his spot after a while, restless, before he looks her way again. She's still clutching the sketchpad in her hands, she is also holding a pencil as she works intently.
"...what are you drawing?" he finally asks, the curiosity killing him.
"No peeking," is her only answer in a sing-song voice. To that he huffs, and looks away.
"I don't really care, you know."
She hums in acknowledgement, and continues her task. "If you stay, I'll let you see it when I'm done."
The boy shrugs, but doesn't move from his spot. And as he continues to sneak impatient glances at her, she only smiles as her drawing takes shape.