The next morning was wet, very wet. Anne and Abby were standing shivering at the uncovered bus stop huddling under a single umbrella, both wishing their uniforms included stout boots and trousers.

"So… we may have inadvertently made porn yesterday?" Abby whispered for the fourth time.

"Yes!, Stop saying it!" Anne hissed.

"And your bag is a camera?"

"Yes! Stop asking this over and over!"

"I think my brain melted." Abby said in a flat emotionless voice. "Can I watch it?"

"It's just you, standing and painting for hours." Anne insisted.

"Do I look hot? I've heard the camera adds ten pounds. How much is a pound?" She said, still seeming in a daze. "Hold on, you watched it. Did I look hot?"

"Abby, shut up! Yes you looked hot okay! Just, shush! The bus will be here soon."

"Hot enough to get your motor running? Did I erm, hit the right buttons?" Abby asked, slightly more animatedly.

"No! Now shush, the bus is here."

Abby looked slightly disappointed but then instantly brightened up, "So I could still be there for your first time?" She said with a wicked smile which earned her a smack on the arm as the bus pulled up.