Being talented and outstanding in your field doesn't guarantee success in relationships.
Julian "Jay" Adams is a fine art student struggling with both creative and emotional blockages. Caught in a draining relationship, he finds an unexpected source...
Just a small note: I've got a lot on my plate right now, and I don't have much time to write, but I've set a goal to post more often, even if it's a bit clumsy! English isn't my first language, and unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to fully polish this chapter, but I'll be back to it soon. I know I can do better than this! 😅
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"Is that exhibition such a big deal to you?"
Jay watched his friend, Bailey, as she folded clothes, moving between her bedroom and the living room. He leaned back on her couch, sitting with his legs crossed. "Yeah, it helps us get noticed in the market."
"Oh. Your professors actually care about you if they offer you such opportunities."
Jay shrugged. "They do what they gotta do."
"Mine don't bother with that. I mean, some of my professors are great, but most ruined the experience for me. They're just there to collect their paychecks and disappoint us," she said, coming back into the living room. "One of them keeps going off on wild tangents that have nothing to do with the class."
"I see what you mean," Jay sighed, looking around.
Bailey's stylish apartment featured contemporary furniture, including a sleek beige sofa with clean lines, where Jay now sat. A glass coffee table with wooden legs and a few psychology books stood in front of him, along with a velvet suede brown accent chair.
"Anyway... how are things going with that guy of yours?" she asked as she plopped on the chair.
"Well. It's going well," Jay replied quickly, without hesitation.
"Has he reached out, or did he ghost you?"
"Why would he ghost me?"
"I mean, you said he's been texting less."
"Oh," Jay said, remembering he did mention it to her a few days ago, something he didn't usually do. "We met up a few days ago."
"You reached out first, didn't you?"
"Does it matter?"
Bailey raised an eyebrow, smirking. "So it was you."
"So what?" Jay sighed, leaning back. "Even if he doesn't reach out first, he still makes time for me. Why play games? If I want to text him, I will."
Bailey didn't say anything else; she just looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "So what was he up to?"
"Busy with work."
Bailey scoffed. "And you believe him?" Bailey's expression hardened. "How busy do you think he can be? He works mostly at night."
"Yeah, that means he sleeps during the day," Jay said, as if it were obvious.
