Page 48 of Arris, Jayme & Dyani
“I’m never too busy to talk to you,” he countered. “And the fine line work is done anyway. I’m just getting some shading done.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I snickered.
“Yeah, well. What’s up with getting together today?”
I exhaled.
“Let’s do it.”
“Alright, cool. Let me know what you’re in the mood for and I’ll make a reservation for us somewhere.”
“Okay. Sounds good. I’ll see you then.”
“I’ll see you then, love.”
I ended the call but let the high of it carry me to and through my meeting, which went well. I secured the customer and immediately reached out to Illiana with a wish list and a sell list so we could cross reference each other’s clients.
By the time I was done with the meeting and doing what was needed to make sure I could properly service them, three hours had already gone by. I thanked them for their time and for trusting me to help guide them through the buying and selling of their art.
The second we parted ways I pulled my cellphone out and dialed Arris. He answered on the third ring.
“What’s up?”
“I just finished my meeting,” I announced.
“And how’d it go? You dealt that art or what?”
I snickered. “Yeah. Something like that.”
“You feeling good about it?”
“I am,” I admitted. “They have the potential to be really good clients and they have some amazing pieces they already own and are trying to sell; so I’m excited.”
“Congratulations, Dyani. You deserve that shit.”
I smiled automatically.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“How’d your tattoo go?”
“It went well. Dude said he loved it and tipped me really well too so I’m not complaining.”
“And when is your next appointment?”
“My schedule is clear for the rest of the day, love. I told you we had plans when you finished. I’m standing on that.”
“Okay, and what kind of plans were you thinking?”
“We can just get lunch and talk. How about that? Low stakes and low pressure?”
“Sure. Just let me know where to meet you.”
“I’m sending you a spot right now.”
I took my phone from my ear to look at his message as it came in and immediately noted it was only fifteen minutes away. The headache I had from drinking seemed to get worse at the thought of us being together so close to both of our spots and the tattoo shop, but I didn’t comment on it.
