It only occurred to George that she probably should have texted ahead after she knocked. Things around the compound tended to make her brother’s schedule unpredictable at the best of times and downright chaotic at the worst. Before she could run for the hills on the off chance this wasn’t the best time the door was opening, forcing her to stay.
“I just thought we could play a game or something,” She said with a shrug coming into the apartment. It was partially true. Sometimes it seemed like they just missed each other between her anti-social habits and his running the compound. But she was there now and she was not taking no for an answer as she sat down at the desk, the painting on it catching her eye and making her smile. “I think I painted something similar to that once. I used more purple though, and it had far fewer recognizable shapes than this one does.”