Page 6 of Her Three Tech Bros

“Hey, you could be here right now. That’s your own fault!”

Kayla sighs. “I know, and I’m kind of regretting not taking you up on your offer to move with you.”

“Yeah, I still haven’t forgiven you for that by the way.”

“You wouldn’t be you if you had.”

“Stay on the phone with me while I shop? I’m heading out now to find the perfect dress for tonight.”

“Yes! Send me pictures of everything. We are going to make you look so hot!”

For the first time since moving, I actually feel hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, I’ll fit in here after all. If I can just find the right dress.

There’s a small part of me that’s hesitant to go to this thing alone, but I know that it’s my only choice unless I want to sit by myself in coffee shops for the rest of my life.

I have to do this, no matter how uncomfortable it might be at first. Something tells me it’ll be worth it.

3

LOGAN

“Is there another selection?” I ask Marco, my art dealer.

“Of course, sir. Follow me.”

He leads me to the back of the private gallery, unlocking a door and stepping aside for me to enter. I walk in, immediately noting that these pieces are much more my type.

I’ve been a fan of art ever since the summer of my sophomore year of college. Now that I have two different properties in LA, another in San Diego, and a few others spread throughout the world, I have unlimited spaces to fill with all kinds of art.

I spot a sculpture made of smooth, polished marble. Two intertwined figures stand tall, locked in some sort of embrace. It’s simple, but it captures my attention.

“I like this sculpture. Does it have a twin? It’d look great at the entrance of my home in Italy, but I’d like to put one on both sides of the door.”

“It does not, sir. But I’m sure I could contact the artist and ask them to create a duplicate.”

“No need. I actually think it’d look better standing by itself in the garden instead. Oh, this painting over here is perfect. I’ll take this one as well.”

The painting appears to be of some kind of mythical forest, bathed in the soft glow of twilight. The artist's delicate brushwork is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.

“I’ll have them both wrapped immediately. Where are we shipping the painting?”

“You know what? Have it delivered to my primary home here in LA. It would look great in my foyer.”

“Absolutely.”

Marco has been my art dealer for two years now, and he always knows exactly what I’d like. He has never once failed to show me a good selection.

“I thought you might like to look at some of these photographs over here,” Marco says, leading me to the opposite side of the room. “They were taken by a very up-and-coming photographer.”

“You thought right. These would be perfect for the living room in my San Diego home. Have them all put in matching classic mahogany wood frames.”

“You want all of them, sir?”

“Are they not a set?”

“They can be sold separately or together.”

“I’d like them all.”

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