And while we are at it, God please keep an eye on my sweetheart Faye. Guard her heart against falling in love with another person.
Maybe I should pretend to have a toothache and appear at her clinic?
Damn it, Cliff. Why can't you just give her a call?
Geez... I am so distracted without her.
Ok. I've made up my mind.
Tomorrow I am going to her workplace to surprise her. With a bouquet of flowers, I will go.
That would be way out of my comfort zone. But for Faye, I will.
* beep beep*
Incoming message notification.
Faye baby, is that you? Wishful thinking.
It was Collins. 'Howdy? Gallery ready next week. Art should be up next Tuesday. Mind if we go through your work tomorrow, regardless at any stage of completion?'
'Ok boss,' I replied.
'Your place or mine?' Collins texted back.
I glanced around my apartment cum studio, the empty pizza boxes, the dirty laundry and the mess. The gaping emptiness left by Faye was tangible, like the hollow void in my heart.
'Mine is currently in a sorry state. Will pop by your office tomorrow. '
With that statement, I hope that somehow the universe will arrange itself properly and by tomorrow, I have something to show Collins. At least, to meet him at his office, it is perfectly rational not to bring any unfinished canvas. It is better than to have him come to my studio and what am I to show him? A few sheets of white papers?