Chance Meeting

The door to the practice room opened and Dante walked out, dapping his neck with a towel and downing a bottle of water. His heather grey t-shirt was sweaty. He let out a long sigh before that feeling of eyes on him hit his brain. He turned slowly and noticed Rose.

"Hey." he said slowly, in his more so then not country boy draw. "Sorry to not give a better first impression, really hot in there." he pointed a thumb at the practice room. "Trouble?" he asked pointing to the waste basket full of paper. "Artist block I take it. Happens to the best of us."