KENNEDY
I WAS on my way to my car when I thought about checking my phone. It turn it on silent mode when I arrived at the gallery. I saw a text from Dylan. She was asking about my whereabouts. Instead of replying to her text, I decided to call her.
"Hey, Dy! What's up?" I greeted her.
"Hello there, stranger! Want to grab lunch today?"
I hesitated for a moment, considering my plan to go home and share the good news with Asmodeus, but I couldn't resist the urge to catch up with my old friend.
"Sure, I'm free. Where do you want to meet?" I replied.
We decided to meet at our favorite lunch spot in the city. As we sat down and ordered our food, Dylan started asking about my recent art projects. I couldn't help but share the good news with her.
"You won't believe it, Dylan. The owner of
