Page 4 of Arris, Jayme & Dyani
“So, can I ask what you do?”
“Yeah, sure. I work in art.”
“The fuck does that mean, Dyani?” I glanced at her as I stopped at a red light.
She snickered.
“Right now I work at an art museum, but if I move here I think I’m going to go into art dealing since there are way better ways to source good art in this area.”
“An art dealer,” I repeated. “I can’t say I’ve ever met one of those.”
“I’m happy to be the first.” She winked at me and I shook my head. “So, what about you? What do you do? Work with my brother?” she teased.
“Nah.” I looked forward and pulled off when the light turned green. “I work at a tattoo shop.”
“So, you work in art too?”
“If that’s how you want to take it.”
“What’s your specialty?”
“I like new school and black and gray but I dabble a little bit in color. Drawing wise, I feel like I do a lot of portraits and anime and shit. Shading comes second nature to me so I get a lot of referrals for it.”
“That’s really cool. I look at art most of the day but I have literally no creative bone in my body.”
“None?”
“I can’t draw or paint.”
“You can’t write nothing?”
“Nothing good.”
“No musical talent?”
“Nope.”
“Damn.”
“Don’t say it like that.” Dyani giggled. “You’re making me feel worse.”
“My bad.” I chuckled. “I didn’t mean it like that for real.”
“Yeah, okay, Arris.”
I smirked at the way she sang my name at the end of her sentence and flipped my blinker on to exit next to the restaurant.
I parked in the back and we got a table in less than ten minutes. We threw our orders in for steaks then sat across from each other. Dyani looked around the establishment. I looked at her.
“So you’re the baby sister, right?”
“I’m Darryl’s younger sister, yes, but I’m hardly a baby.”
“Right,” I scoffed. “You’re like what? Twenty-two?”
“Twenty-five.”
“For real?”
