"Hey." She sits and leans close. "Okay so, I'm a fugitive. Broke out and now I'm on the run. It's all very dramatic."

"It sounds like it. Does that make you Romeo?"

"I haven't killed anyone... yet. Check back later."

"How are things at home? Are you okay? I mean obviously you don't want to be stuck there, but are you okay?"

"Things at home are... tense. I'm probably gonna avoid being there until my dad stops being so...." She pauses. "I was just- it was hard. Being there. Especially when I finally had my first taste of the world. Not gonna let him lock me away again. I can be better. I know I can."

"I'm glad. Whatever he thinks, you're better off here."

"So did I miss anything while I was away? Apart from you, that is."

"No, it looks like it's basically a free period. I mean, officially we're working on charcoal drawings right now, but it won't take you long."

"Oh, nice. From the first class it seemed like she was just gonna talk at us the whole time." She gets out her sketch pad, and grabs some charcoal. "Watch me get this everywhere."

She starts on her drawing.

He observes.

She does impressive work on the paper, but also, as predicted, a lot of it ends up on her face and arms. Also the back of her neck? Okay.

His charcoal remains on the paper, and on his hands. It's possible Juliet is a bit too enthusiastic with her drawing method.

Juliet notices... reaches over and boops him on the nose. With her very very dirty charcoal covered hands.

"You're not even trying," he half-complains.

"It's a method. You have to be the charcoal, understand it, wear it. Only then can you truly master it." She says with an air of mock authority.

"It's not my medium of choice. I'll take your word for it."

He snaps a picture of her. While he doesn't carry his camera around school, he seems quite comfortable bringing it to art class.

She makes a face at the camera, then laughs. "It's weird being on the receiving end of that."

"You photograph well. I wouldn't worry about it."

"I'm not worried. I think I like it. Makes me feel like the centre of the universe," she jokes.

(You are, he bites back. Seriously? Seriously!?)

"I promise not to let it get to your head."

Like all good things, art must come to an end.

"Too late." She then looks down on herself and laughs, "Okay, maybe I went a little overboard."

"Just a little. I'll see you later, Romeo."

She reaches out to him, touching his arm, "Wait, Matt. Um- can I have that photo you took?"

"...sure. I mean, I'd have to develop it."

He packs up as class lets out.

"I mean send it to me. To my camera. And then delete your copy." Beat. "I've gotta keep my mystique somehow."