She'd known Elias long enough to know when he was curious — his eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth twitched as if he'd caught a glimps of something and he must investigate more; even his stance corrected itself (slouched as he often did) — which, when it was about something Irene herself was passionate about, she latched onto it in the knowledge that he often experienced the exact same feeling. At his offer, her expression faltered, and she forgot to hide her pleasure as she beamed at him.

"Oh, but I would love some company," She exclaimed, her hand coming up to clasp the strap of her bag to contain her excitement. Perhaps had she not been so passionate about the landscape itself, she'd have reigned in her enthusiasm about the prospect of Elias coming along with her, but as it stood, the day had been a rather riveting one.

Usually it was just her and her paints, brushes and the landscapes, which she much preferred. It was always nerve wracking to have someone peering over her shoulder as she worked. But Elias wasn't just anyone was he? Hadn't she just been glowing over the fact that he'd caught onto her enthusiasm and had done nothing but encourage it, when many would merely offer the regular run-of-the-mill banalities? "But, of course I should understand if you had your own work to attend to instead," She added quickly for fear of encountering a disappointment should a scheduling conflict occur. "After all, you must have quite a few orders on your table, mustn't you?" He was probably too busy for any such outing. Yes, that was likely it.

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