"Huh. I see." He frowned at Minjun for a moment before clearing his throat, not sure how he felt but he felt weird. Off. And right at the same time. Like everything was fitting but like nothing was. It was very strange and he felt a bit thrown. "I, uh, I have to keep walking around the floor. They paid me to make chit-chat and I could use the cash, I blew it all on paint and canvas. Same old, same old."

He shrugged and then backed up a little. "I'm gonna -- hey, how long do you think you'll stay? Cause I mean, it's open until four so..."

Was he inviting him to stay or trying to avoid him? He honestly didn't know.