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Colin made a scoffing sound and smiled at her in the dim light of the sun. His eccentric blue eyes were like diamonds at the moment.

"Aw, come on. You know you love me." Colin joked, poking the side of her head lightly. "My bags had been thrown from the bus. Where was yours? I can go back and get it, if you want." He offered, raising an eyebrow. He knew Sarah was an artist, and he knew how attached artists could be with their work. Almost like Colin and his many cameras. They had become a part of him, his talent. Maybe we could work together, he thought. The artist and the photographer.

"Do you have any of your drawings or sketches or whatever you do in that notebook with you now?" He wondered, thinking of a way he might be able to take photographs for her and have her draw them.

((i hate it when that happens ); i'm having a little bit of that right now with this RP.))