She rocked softly on her heels as she waited, the muffled sounds of only one voice coming from the dark reaches of the hallway that stretched behind the shops front desk. It was only seconds later that the projectile that had used to be a phone came hurtling towards her. "What the fuck?!" the clipped words barely made it out of her mouth as she ducked to one side, thankful for better than average reflexes she possessed. Her hazel eyes lit with a fire as she turned from the pieces of shattered technology to the dark figure that stalked towards her. It was the last thing that she had expected walking into the artists domain. The lame excuse he offers gaining him nothing more than an arched brow as she rights herself and watches incredulously as he gathers what remained of his cellphone. It was unreal, was all she could think as she waited with thinly veiled incredulousness. Who just went around throwing perfectly good phones at people, or walls even if she hadn't been the intended target.
"Bad day?" She questions him tersely, ignoring his query for a moment and assuming she had at least a bit of a right to know why she had been placed in the line of fire. Not that she wasn't familiar with emotional outbreaks, her kind were prone to being... passionate but it didn't give them the green card to go around chucking things around all willy-nilly. She waited with her slender hands splayed across her wide, jeaned hips for some sort of explanation though not expecting him to reveal his life story at the drop of, well, a cellphone.
Shifting her weight she ran a hand through her wavy, blond hair before sighing lightly. "I saw your work through the window and it inspired me." She savors the word a bit, trying to enunciate exactly what had come over her as she perused the work on the walls. "I'd like to pick your mind about getting a piece done." There is question in her tone, having no idea of what she actually wanted to get done. She could appreciate art, knew what meant a lot to her, but this was not something she had been thinking of until just this moment and it left the world open to possibility. That thought brought a simper to her pink lips as she appraised the rugged man before her. Life could be unpredictable, had tossed her about a time or two, but she was still standing and despite the prickle she felt of the scar that started at the base of her neck she would take what came next. She needed something exciting in her life right about now and she wasn't above paying for it.