Call: Emily / Eddie
[Paint. Paint everywhere. Tanktop and shorts and hair pulled on top of her head in a loose bun. And paint. A brush in each hand, paint on her wrists, her elbows, her legs. The phone buzzing and ringing is the first thing in hours to grab her attention. She finally pulls her gaze away from the wall (today it's a skewed version of mainstreet with shadowy figures between the buildings) and stares at her phone. Drops her brushes on the floor and gathers it up in both hands (paint over the screen that shows a painted version of his face, the one tucked in the corner near her bed), swiping to answer just before it shifts to voicemail.] Hello?