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Eliza

T

he drive to Asher’s gallery feels too quick. Every moment I get to spend outside of Lev’s penthouse is much more exciting than it should be. I really can’t stand

to be inside all the time. My mind needs stimulation, and I’m simply not getting enough of it there.

Even in my small town back home, there were always new places to check out, new people to talk to. Even if you end up knowing half the population, that’s still half that you can still get to know.

The only thing I’m getting to know in Lev’s place is how many fibers are in his carpet.

That’s why I’m slow to get out of the car once we arrive at Asher’s gallery, even with Lev ushering me along. It’s also why I drag my feet and take slow breaths once I’m outside, basking in the last rays of afternoon sun before it disappears behind the tall buildings surrounding us.

I need fresh air. I get it in Lev’s apartment, but it’s tainted by the sc