"Well, Steve," she says, a warm smile in her voice, "I'm glad you came, even if it was an ambush. And I'd really love to see your sketchbook sometime."

She turns to face him properly, her brow furrowed minutely. "Would it be rude to ask if I could sketch you?" Some people love the idea; others balk at the thought of being captured on paper, reacting like she'd tried to steal their soul somehow.