I showed her the photos from my weekend. "I'm really into film photography these days," I said. She wanted to see my favorite shots.
An old guitar leaned in the corner of the room. "I've always wanted to learn the guitar," I admitted. She said it's never too late to start.
She passed me the sketchbook with a grin. "I'm not very good at drawing," I laughed. Still, I gave it a real try.
After a long week, I reached for my paints. "Painting helps me relax after work," I said. She understood completely and joined me.
The kitchen smelled like fresh bread all winter. "I picked up baking over the holidays," I told her. She begged me to bring some next time.