“He went easy on me. And since then he’s been indifferent, which coming from him means we’re best friends.” Another grin. “He even asked me if I knew any portrait artists in the city who could use a wealthy patron. So I did you a favor.” “What favor?” “You told me how you got interrupted when you and your friend in the alley were—” He waggles his eyebrows significantly. “Well, I figured you deserve another chance at—ahem, connecting—with your old lover.” “Old lover?” I echo, confused—and then his meaning clarifies in my mind. The mosaic supplies—art—portraits—my friend from the alley— Oh gods.
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