He stopped and turned back in order to get her shoes, but her next request had him from expressionless to grinning in an instant. He walked with her in his arms over to the canvas, where she would see a generous amount of paint covering it. He'd focussed on her face, but only a portion of it, with the beach in the background. With the colours he'd used, it looked like day - vivid blue sky, striking green and blue mixture of surf, with white poufs for the foam. It wasn't realistic in style, but there was realism to it. Her face was a little flat, but her eyes had depth, and when she looked a little further, she would see that the daytime beach scene was actually pouring out of her eyes, like a liquid dream.
He held out one of his hands awkwardly as she was looking at the painting, and her shoes flew into them of their own accord. He would wait here until she was finished looking.