He really loves what he does.

[she watches him go with a wistful smile, dreaming of the gallery Twelve had pitched to her]

He's lucky. I hope that's me, someday. ... What about you?

[she picks up one of the white cardboard sheets used to separate layers of confections in boxes and uses it as a plain backdrop for the sweets so that she can work some double exposure magic later]

What would you do here, if you could do anything?