"It does," Ana said, her head tilted as she listened to the music for a bit. True to her word at every stop light she danced like a dork, even once rolling down her window and waving at an old man in the car beside her who tried to dance a little too at her prompting. Laughing the whole way, Ana finally stopped at a storage looking facility and hopped out of the car.
"This is it!" she said. "It's going to be pretty hot when I open the door, but the fans cool it down quick."
She unlocked the padlock on the door and pulled it open to reveal a large, open, loft type space with tall ceilings and white tarps over a few unfinished paintings. In the back there was a door open leading to a smaller room with a visible kiln, and a pottery wheel just before that.
"I apologize for the mess," she said, pointing to the paint on the floor."