I look round, searching for the speaker. ‘Hi Tristan.’ He probably has a question about work. ‘How are you?’
‘Good,’ he says. ‘What’s in the box?’
‘Oh, just lunch.’ I hesitate then go over to where he’s sitting. ‘Look!’ I hold out my paint-spattered hands. ‘I did legal graffiti last night! It does come off – but I didn’t try very hard!’
He laughs. ‘Illegal graffiti?’
‘No no, legal graffiti.’
Tobias is listening now.
‘Ahh.’ Tristan smiles. ‘You can call it reeling, y’know?’
I give him a look. ‘Yeah, that’s what we do in the church. It’s funny, they never notice afterwards. They’re too busy–.’
‘That’s where we reel.’
‘Were you reeling or praying?’ Tobias says.
Tristan looks surprised. ‘You were actually doing graffiti?’
‘There’s a tunnel, near Waterloo, where it’s legal.’
‘What did you draw? I imagine with your painting and drawing…’
I don’t remember having ever told Tristan I paint and draw.
‘… you’d be good at it.’
‘Hmm it’s difficult…’
My companion kept telling me to hold the nozzle close to the wall and the spray can vertical, neither of which I succeeded in doing.
‘… and, well, most of the spray cans didn’t work.’
Tristan grins. ‘It sounds like an artisan date.’
I laugh. ‘I think that would happen at Pain Quotidien.’
Our audience has expanded to include the rest of Tristan’s team. I can feel myself growing red.
‘Yeah well… I better go,’ I say, starting to move away. The next question will probably relate to who I was with. Adrien, Gus and Ryan know all the grisly details about my dating life and Tobias knows some of them but I’ve always been silent on the subject with Tristan. Perhaps because the others can be relied upon to keep him informed of any developments (he often greets me with, ‘How was your date? Adrien/Ryan said…’). Or perhaps because I don’t want him thinking there’s anyone but him. And I’m not sure there is.