'Beep' Harper sat up straight in bed, what? What? Owww headache, aw aw aw, she grabbed her head and slowly lowered herself into the cushions again, this hangover was gonna be brutal if the hammering in her head was any indication. Think of nothing, in fact let yourself slide into this refreshing and revitalizing little nap, you deserve it! You haven't got a massive amount of work to be done, oh no, little leprechauns are real, believe in their existence and they will do the painting for you, believeeeee! Her eyes shot open again, as a ringtone burst through her attempt at self-hypnosis, ignore it, ignore..it, it'll go away, she mumbled and quite content with her self-fulfilling prophecy, she leaned back as the phone stopped ringing, only to start up again 5 seconds later. "Why did I let him talk me into this?" she groaned as she got up to find the intruder buzzing and twirling around on her table, "Hello" she moaned in agony from her splitting headache. "Hey babe, it's me..Sean!" his quirky voice irritated her already, "Sean, hey, first of all, never call me babe, second, why are you even calling me?". On the other side of the line there were a few seconds of silence, swallowing his dissapointment he stammered "well, I thought you would like to know that me and the boys just landed at LAX.." hearing him this way, made her cringe, she really didn't mean to rain on his parade, "anyway..how are you?" he barely dared to ask. "I'm ok, just a little hung over.." she said as she looked at her paintings "oh, I wanted to thank you for the webpage, I've got my first e-mail from a possible buyer last night" she quickly added, not wanting to sound like a total bitch. "That's fantastic news" she heard Sean get barely excited on the other side of the country, "It is, I just can't put a price tag on them though, so I was thinking..could you send me a list?" she bit her lip, she hated him having to help her with all this commercial and digital stuff. "Sure..yeah I'll send you the list by e-mail" he answered without too much enthusiasm, this was such a weird conversation "listen, I've gotta go now..guess you'll hear me when you'll hear me" by the end of that sentence, all kindness in his voice had gone, "yeah, ok..well..you have a great time, which I know you all will, just..take good care of yourself, you hear?" she quickly added, she wasn't good at goodbyes, not even when they were done by phone, they just made her feel awkward. "I will..bye" he sighed and disconnected the call, why did he even let himself think that she was actually gonna miss him? Or that she was even remotely interested in this big adventure that was about to start for him? All she could talk about was that damn work of her, nothing or no-one else mattered to her.
Jared opened his eyes, last night's conquest still next to him, what? Oh no no, this wasn't the deal, all those kind of women needed to leave before their scent could penetrate his sheets, he hated having to wake them up and tell them to leave, and with this one he didn't even remember a name, that's how uneventful last night had been. He pushed himself up from the bed and pulled the sheet away, the coolness of morning touching her naked skin woke her up "hey.." she mumbled as she squinted her eyes, "hey yourself, it's time to leave, I've got things to do, so I'm gonna go and have a cup of coffee and you'll be gone when I come back" he threw the sheet on the floor and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. He didn't turn around when he walked out of his bedroom, why would he? He had seen more than enough of her already, his phone vibrated back to life while he hopped down the stairs and into his kitchen, switching on the kettle he scrolled through his e-mails, until his thumb rested on the one of the painter he contacted yesterday, ah, maybe there was a price list that he added. No prices..goddammit, was he trying to stall things? He read the last e-mail again: 'what drew you to my paintings?', well that was easy!
From: BJLCubbins
To: HCDeRobiano
Subject: Re:re Paintings
That's easy, they're refreshing and original, ultraclean lines, depth and a little surreal! So, how about some prices, say I would start with the smallest of the whole collection? Surely you can give me an indication of the price range?
