He stayed quiet for a long moment, even after she told him her name and asked what his name was. With a sigh, he turned back to face her, smiling faintly. "Isa's a pretty name," he said after a moment. "Uh...my name's Ari." He sat down on the stool at his easel, watching her quietly again. It was odd how...familiar she looked, but he wasn't sure he actually knew her. Though he was starting to think he did for some reason.<br/><br/>Her next question puzzled him, causing his thoughts to race. "What do you mean...your painting?" he asked. Of course, to anyone else this might have been pretty obvious, but he was still so lost somehow that it just made no sense.<br/><br/>Ari glanced at the empty frame that was still propped up against the wall, quirking an eyebrow. ....did she mean-? But how could she have been? That was impossible. Wasn't it?<br/><br/>Looking back at her, his brow furrowed. "Your painting was..." He trailed off, looking back at the frame. It took a moment, but it finally clicked in his head. "......that was you," he said quietly, meeting her eyes once more. "...you were in the painting."