You lived in a nice apartment complex mid-Boston, close to the shop you worked at as a professional shopper. A well paying job, that helped pay bills, you go on holiday if you wanted, and it was a nice safety net if anything went wrong with art. You've sold twenty paintings so far, making a decent amount of money along the way.
The one you had just finished working on was for Chris, a long time friend from college, who believed in you, and often helped when you needed. He finally asked for one of his dog; Dodger. He planned to picked it up tonight, bring a pizza/veggie nuggets.
Around 7:30pm he showed up with the bag/box of food. It wasn't long until he scuff down his food and "demanded" to see his new painting.
"holy shit! This is phenomenal!'
'I'm glad you like it"
"Like it? I love this, thank you so much"
