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."
"That doesn't follow either. I'd just expect of him approximately what he can do."
"Are you saying you share this weakness or just that you're weird, pet?"
"Just that I'm weird. I mean, we've already discussed what my weakness is."
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."