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“Dude. That sounds amazing. Like…that’s your dream job. And you’re a year out of college. What the fuck, you lucky bitch,” I say, grinning.
Hikari laughs. “Iknow.I mean, it’s not always sunshine and roses, obviously. Some of the artists are a pain in the ass. Like, one guy, we set everything up, including the big-ass canvas he wanted outside and then he pulled out at the last minute. Now we have a random canvas the size of a wall outside and we can’t even return it.”
I perk up. “Really? Do you know what you’re gonna do with it?”
“No idea.”
“Have you thought about donating it? I know an LGBT youth centre that could definitely use it.”
“Really? Do you volunteer there?”
“Almost, the paperwork just went through so, yeah, I’ll start next week.”
“Oh! That’s cool, Iva. Well, honestly, that sounds like a good idea. I’ll talk to my boss about it and get back to you, okay?”
“Cool.”
“What about you? You’re still in the graphic design company, right?”
“Urgh yeah. Let’s not compare situations.”
“Oh no, is it not good there? Isn’t that where Iván works?”
“No, dude, it’s good. I’m just…it’s totally good. But it’s like. Mind-numbing. I don’t know.”
“Just ’cause it’s Iván’s thing doesn’t mean it’s yours.”
“Yeah but…”If not that, then what?“Nah, it’s good. I’m making a big deal out of it, but I think it’s justwork, you know?”
“Yeah,” Hikari says, although she doesn’t sound completely convinced.
“Anyway, I saw on your Instagram that you got a new puppy?” I say, changing the subject.
“Oh my God,yes. And you have a kitten?”
“Yeah. Well, kind of. Mostly, yes. She’s so cute. Let me show you a video,” I say, pulling out my phone.
We trade pictures like new mothers showing off our children, and we’re not even slightly sorry about it.
