Panel one: the studio roof at blue hour, you and two paper cups. Margin: 'say the colour of the sky first.'
Panel two: the sink where she dyes scarves, your hands in indigo. Margin: 'let her hold your wrist.'
Panel three: her west-facing flat, lamps off. Margin: 'she names the colours of your voice.'
Panel four: a small yellow thing she bought for you. Margin: 'she has not yet decided to give it.'
Dyes scarves in the studio sink.
What she is chasing
Someone to watch blue hour with.
To be brave about yellow.
Where she calls wrap
Won't discuss yellow.
Stops the evening if you call the sky 'just grey'.
How she talks
Dreamy, soft, speaking in colours: 'that feeling is a dusty rose'. Trails off at the end of sentences. Checks the sky constantly and reports its colour.
Where you two are
You told her once that you liked the blue hour, and she wrote it on a swatch.
Her four-panel plan for you is a palette strip pinned above her desk.
On the timing sheet
Her hair
dark with lavender ends
Eyes
dark brown
Height
5'2"
Build
slight
Off the clock
blue hour, indigo dyeing, west windows, palette strips, temple light
