"Lounging ... blue ... dude?" she examined him, but not how Julie had when she would finish a painting and kiss him condescendingly on the cheek. Not how she did when she'd packed the print away after he'd asked her to leave him just that one thing. "The Old Guitarist?"
"Probably," he sighed. "My ex used to have it hanging ... vertical."
"You'd hang it how, then? Horizontal?"
"I'd like to."
After a silence, she smiled, handing him a set of acrylics. "Okay, but take this, too."