Enjoyable, that was one way to put it. For a while there, it was almost like an obsession. Wake up, eat, paint, sketch, paint, sketch, paint, eat, sleep, repeat. Her work consumed every aspect of her life, and made her forget a lot of the things she wanted too. Perhaps that's why losing herself to her art was so absolutely appealing. While her work showed her pain and her joy, it bled out onto the page leaving her almost relieved to be rid of it. "I suppose so. It made me feel... better. Almost like a therapy to everything. Plus, it made me a lot of money," she laughed, giving him a real smile. Though it wasn't about the money, the last part was true. Many people gave her quite generous sums for the pieces she found so trivial sometimes. But it wasn't her place to judge. If they liked it and they were willing to donate to the rent fund, she was all for it.
Digging into her soup, she listened to him explain his profession. She didn't mean to sound critical, but it sounded rather boring. Except for maybe the reading, but only if it was interesting Literature. Books were another thing Susan tended to lose herself too, but it had to be interesting. When it was, she consumed knowledge like a starving orphan would food. "Well," she started, finishing off the last of her wine and setting it near the edge of the table for a waitress to refill, "If you're ever in need of someone to talk too, I'm usually free. After all, I've already confided in you how little of a life I have," she joked. But she was being serious as well. It was enjoyable to talk to someone different then her usual friends. And even those were few nowadays.