"An artist," Hadyn said with a smile as he leaned back in his chair. "I'm...not as surprised as I probably should be." When he thought about it, Elisha did have the look of an artist to him. The black, for one. The perfectly mussed hair for another.

"Oh? I hope I'm not keeping you from an important date," Hadyn said, trying to think of what gallery was near by. It wasn't that hard, he thought; until he thought about it. And realized he had no concept of where an art gallery was in the neighborhood.