Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
"Sure." Alex reaches into his duffel bag and pulls out a sketchbook and offers it to Isabella, who holds it so Sadde can see. The drawings are miscellaneous: page of hands in various poses, weird monsters, abstract doodles, caricatures of random people, half-finished sketch of a squirrel...
"That's cool! And since you said portfolio, I assume you wanna do that for a living and not as a hobby?"
"I mean, I dunno, what do hobbyists call it? I'm okay at it but it's really hard to make a living in art."
"I dunno what hobbyists call it? I'd assume if someone just drew for a hobby they might not collect it in an actual portfolio but I don't actually know."
"They're probably right," he shrugs, too. "So if not being an artist what are your plans for when you grow up?"
"So clearly I would have some kind of technical job that I wouldn't have to actually do and I could play video games and draw all the time."
He giggles. "Although I suppose we could also say 'distressed people' is a weakness."
"Yeah. Anyway," to Alex, "what do you like to do besides drawing and trying to con Isabella into letting you mooch off her?"
"Video games are good. Sometimes I go dancing, not like clubbing but contra or whatever. Mom gets into random hobbies and sometimes those are fun. I can kinda cook."