Alyssa and Max
The woman looked shy. Like, she might be happy if a wind blew her away to the safety of her room, or maybe a quiet corner in a coffee shop?
Alyssa recognized the timidity when it came to the title of artist. Hadn't Alyssa looked similar when Jeb commented on how beautiful her art was? Of course, she no longer looked that way, because she had fought battles in Wonderland.
So, she offered what she hoped would be taken as kindness. "I used to have trouble with the title as well. You don't need it to be one. Which exhibit is yours? I walked around earlier to check out the other artists."