As the bus drew closer to the museum, Jack and her friends quickly put all the paint stuff back into her bag and were rubbing off the paint on their faces as quickly as they could. Jack however decided to leave it because she actually like it. When the bus finally came to a complete halt everyone of her friends' faces were red from rubbing the paint off, though other than that there was no more evidence of their fun.
The laughing and joking around had left them extremely tried after words, having worked their stomach muscles to the extreme. So now that they were at the museum they knew that they would be quiet.
They all walked off the bus, Jack following at the end of the group. While her friends continued chatting before the tour, Jack looked at the building. It was big and the architecture in and of itself could be considered art. Jack zoned out, letting her friend's chatter melt into a humming as she took the architecture apart in her mind; as she identified the different pieces in her head and figured how it was made. Her friends noticed her spacing out, but they were used to this so they just kept on with their conversation. Only stopping to make sure she was out of the way while she went into her own world.
"Have you guys looked at this building?" she asked, finally coming out of her dream. The other laughed and dragged her into where the group was gathering for the tour. They never did respond because at this point they didn't have to. The answer was always no, but Jack just liked to ask, just in case she would meet someone one day who might actually say yes and would want to have a conversation about the art; how it was made, what could it represent.