Thankfully, Rusty didn’t persist, pointedly changing the subject. “Do you stay overnight in these huts often?”
“This is my first time,” Nate admitted. “I’ve done some tramping with friends, but usually I just drive to the forest park, find a quiet spot and sketch, then head back home.”
“I didn’t see any of those sketches on your wall, or I don’t think I did. Are you planning to sketch while we’re there?”
“I don’t usually sketch with people watching.” Nate had packed his pencils and a pad, but he knew if he pulled them out, he’d want to sketch Rusty, and he wasn’t sure it was a good idea. He had no desire to deepen a friendship that couldn’t last.
“Why not?” Rusty asked softly.