"Follow me," Toby said when I awkwardly paused at the center of his living room. I nodded, following him into the hallway. I'd followed him to his apartment after the school day. I was here to see his studio. I felt a bit out of place as we walked through the passage. Toby stopped at one of the doors, making to open it before walking into the room. I followed him inside, squinting a bit from the harsh light that flooded the room when Toby flipped the light switch beside the door. The place was lit up, and everything in the room stood out. Though, there wasn't much to see. The place was organized in that plain rigid fashion Toby liked.
I looked around the room, noting that all the canvases were turned to their back, except for the one holding Toby's current painting that was displayed on t
