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I’m here for you.
I need you.
You taste so fucking good.
I missed you so much.
I felt my cheeks turn red as I remembered his words.
“Hey there, you alright, Miss?”
I snapped out of my daydream and realized the line in front of me had vanished. I’d been standing there, lost in thought, like a weirdo in the middle of the bustling sidewalk.
The food truck vendor looked at me with a mix of curiosity and concern, waving me closer.
“Everything okay?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry about that,” I said, still a bit embarrassed. “Just got lost in my thoughts for a moment.”
He chuckled, his initial concern turning into a friendly smile. “No worries. Happens to the best of us. What can I get you today?”
Glancing at the familiar menu on the truck, my stomach growled. “I’ll stick with my favorite, the olive chicken sandwich.”
His grin widened. “Ah, going for the classic. You’re in for a treat.”
As I waited for my order, my mind drifted back to last night.
The exhibition was a hit, and the feeling of success still buzzed inside me. I couldn’t help but smile, replaying the lively scenes, the crowd’s energy, and the excitement around the sculptures and Mario’s paintings.
Today brought a surprise—my phone was blowing up with calls from four different museums. One from Italy, another from Germany, one from England, and even one from Japan. They all wanted me to curate exhibitions with their art. The best part? These exhibitions would kick off right here in New York City, showcasing these museums on an international stage.
This was a ticket to a whole new creative world.
It meant I wouldn’t just work with Greek art and culture; I could dive into artistic treasures from all over the globe. It was a chance to broaden my horizons and create exhibitions that celebrated diversity and the rich tapestry of global creativity.
I couldn’t wait.
With my mouth watering from the aroma of the olive chicken sandwich in my hand, I headed back to the office, which was just a short stroll away.
While savoring each flavorful bite, I checked my buzzing phone, which seemed to have a life of its own, demanding my immediate attention.
Jadieee:
Angelo hooked us up with the afternoon off.
Off to the spa!
Catch you later, boo.
My phone buzzed with another notification, and this time, it was a message from Angelo.
Confusion flickered across my face as I read his texts.
Mr. Lazzio:
See you bright and early on Tuesday morning.
We’ll discuss the exhibition then.
