"Some secrets were meant to be kept secret."
May nodded in understanding as she looked at the file about Skye's past. Just another thing not to tell her. As if that would be difficult.
Someone knocked on Skye's door. She closed her laptop before going to open the door. May slipped inside as discreetly as possible and Skye closed the door behind her.
"Ready to continue your work?"
Skye raised her eyebrows. "Somebody's excited to be a statue again."
May smiled as she sat down. "I like to watch you work," she admitted.
"Oh?" Skye asked, setting up the canvas and her other painting materials.
May sucked in her lips and look down at her hands in her lap.
"Oh." Skye put down the paintbrush and palette she had been holding. "Maybe painting's not the best-"
"Yes, it is. Paint me, Skye."
Skye tried and failed to stifle a giggle as she resumed setting up.
"What's so funny?"
"Um, how much do you know about memes?"
May's look of confusion made Skye giggle more. She was adorable, her Ice Age girlfriend.
"Well, they're an internet thing, like repeated jokes...basically, there's this one meme that goes 'Paint me like one of your French girls," and you reminded me of that."
Skye smiled widely as she picked up her paintbrush once more. May didn't understand what was so funny, but she liked seeing Skye smile.
"I think I should be able to finish this tomorrow, at the rate we're going." Skye was already at work on the canvas. "That sound good?"
"It sounds wonderful, Skye." May was already frozen in place on the chair, a small smile resting on her lips, eagerly awaiting the next day.
