𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭

I quickly walked towards the paintings that were set on the floor. The man that was in charge of hanging up the painting was really not good at that.

"Over there please!" I said loudly pointing to the wall, he nodded placing the painting over there. "Remember all paintings by the same artist go all in one of the rooms in the gallery" not long after i said that, my boss stormed towards me.

"What did you order for tomorrows gallery walk?"

"I was planning on-" he cut me off looking at his phone.

"No sushi, it's gross" he walked away. I sighed to myself. I ordered sushi. I'm so stupid. I quickly dialed the caterers hoping I can ask for a refund.

"Hello?" I felt a rise in panic, I bit my nail softly, pacing back and forth as the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi-it's um-it's Kendall I was wondering if you can cancel the sushi order and if I can get a refund?" Please say yes.please say yes.

"No everything is final order plus the sushi is going to be delivered shortly" fuck. I felt my nose sting a little bit. Just a little.

"Can you make something else like steak and salad please? I'll pay you the same amount"

"For when?"

"Tomorrow"

"Higher price"

"Fine-anything, just please deliver it tomorrow same address" I hung up running my hands through my hair. Why is being an adult have to come with so much things to do and more anxiety then when I was in high school. I could really cry right now but I won't. I walked over to the book that held the lists of artists that are going to deliver their artwork today.

As I looked at the list and times the artists were supposed to come, I started to panic. About 10 artist haven't delivered their artwork yet. I took a deep breath trying to find hope but all I could think about was my boss yelling at me.

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It was around 9 pm, I had 40 boxes of sushi that I had to take home because I did not want to throw it away and 8 out of 10 artist dropped off their paintings. On top of that my boss yelled at me for ordering sushi, I even told him the whole story....did he care? No.

I wanted to just curl up in a ball and cry, I didn't eat anything or drink anything all day. All I have a stupid sushi. I don't even want sushi right now.

"You're closing up!" Chris yelled walking out of the gallery. I ran out the door really wanting to talk to him about the plan, but by the time I got out he was driving off.

Crap. I took a deep steady breath trying so hard not to break down from all the stress I'm under. I walked into the gallery and it smelled like pure fish. Fuck.

I was sweeping the floor when I heard a knock on the glass door. I practically jumped cause it was so late and the knock came out of no where.

When I approached the door I saw Nico, holding two cups of coffee, looking straight at me. He was in a t-shirt and some shorts. I sighed in relief that it was him and not a homeless dude. I opened the door letting him into the gallery.

What was he doing here? This is probably going to add to the things I'm freaking out about because now everything has to be extra perfect.

"I brought you some coffee" he stood about 2 feet away from me holding out the cup of coffee. I carefully grabbed the cup of coffee feeling my finger tips touch his. My heart skipped a beat.