"You haven't come to a performance in a while."
He gives a sheepish little smile and shrugs slightly before turning back to his painting.
"My patrón says I need to concentrate more on my therapy."
"Oh, I see." There is a long awkward pause before she dares speak again. "They miss you at the theater you know."
"Perhaps you can take the show on the road. I might be able to catch it then."
Another brief pause and then they both laugh and for once, she is genuinely happy. She comes up behind him and takes a peek at what he is painting.
"Oh, it's beautiful. You're very talented, you know."
"There's no need to flatter me Señora. I'm not that good." He blushes scarlet , utterly embarrassed by the praise that's been given him.
"Oh please. You're wonderful and you know it." She takes him by the hand and kisses him lightly on the cheek. " Who knows? Maybe someday, you'll paint my portrait."
He turns to face her, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "How could I hope to capture such exquisite beauty on canvas? Even my best work would hardly do you justice."
Now it's her turn to blush. "Now who's flattering whom?" She turns to leave.
"You'll be back, won't you?"
She turns back to look at him one last time. "Of course I will. I wouldn't think of abandoning my biggest fan."