"Do you want some?" I shook my head at Toby's offer, waving dismissively at the sweets in the bowl on his table. I was helping to move the old paintings by graduate students out of the art room to make space for the works of next year's new students. Toby shrugged, taking a taffy before heading over to help me with the board sized canvas I was trying to move on my own.
"Leave it. I'll take it, don't worry," he said, making me let go of the canvas, and allowing him to pick it up with ease. I headed to pick up the last but lighter painting we had to move, and I then followed him out the art room to the storage room where we'd been arranging the artworks in a neat tilted stack by the wall.
"Gosh, sooner or later we'll have to empty this place out too," he laughed, turning to me with a smile
