"Agenda's don't always have to be political," Evan said confidently. "Agendas can be personal too. I think everything's got an agenda, personal or not. Which sounds very conspiracy theory-ish, I know, but it's just how I see things."
He listened to her philosophy and nodded once. "I can see that, yeah. You may think that you're painting a bunch of balloons because you're happy, but it could easily be the music in the background making him happy or maybe there were balloons on TV… it's hard to tell." He smiled. "I think, though, that it's part of what makes art beautiful. It's all about feeling what you're doing and doing what you're feeling."
He paused, laughing too when she called him a rebel. "I don't know if I'm a rebel, I'm just an artist…" he said shyly. "Some people would argue that they're the same thing, I guess, but…"
It was the longest civil conversation he'd had in a long, long time. It was nice; conversation was almost a forgotten art in Evan's world and it felt good to rekindle his love for it. "I guess that's true. Structures and hierarchies are just a part of human society, whether we realize it or not."
He listened to her tell about her parents and where she was from. "Literature, huh? I've always liked literature, too. If I'd gone to college here, I'd have been a lit major."