"Great. Knowing her, she might be knocking on your door by the end of the week." Key trailed after her, pulling his phone out of his pocket so that he could snap a few pictures. He should have thought to bring an actual camera but there was a good chance that half of the pictures would come out blurry and crooked anyway.
She had mentioned an accident and for a moment Key was tempted to ask if that was why she was in the chair, what had happened. He stopped himself though, feeling uncomfortable with the thought of asking something so personal. He didn't want to cross any kind of line.
The selection of art work definitely made for an interesting garden; the metal forms on the thick grass not nearly as awkward looking as one would expect. Key had seen gardens like it before but in those cases it was usually marble or limestone, those roman inspired busts and sculptures instead of the metal he was seeing here. Chelsea's garden managed to give them same feel though.
He paused when she turned to face him, phone poised as he took a picture of a piece nearest them. He closed the phone and laughed. "You picked a good spot then." He grinned down at her. "You've been doing this since your, er, accident? How long has that been?"
"Me? I don't do anything half as interesting as this. I'm working at an antique store right now, Past Life down on Solaris. I do play the piano, that's about as truly artistic as I get."