As soon as Liam left with his receipt, my boss, Lorenzo, who was exceptionally gay might I add, came walking over to me. "Was that Liam my fine hunk of meet?" We both couldn't help but laugh. "Yes. And I have a bit of news." Lorenzo's eyes grew wide, waiting for me to continue. "He bought two paintings." We both jumped up for joy. "FINALLY. That boy comes in here every week and always says none of them speak to him. He's here one time with you, and you not only get him to buy ONE painting, but TWO. You're a gift from God." He smiled at me and brushed my cheek with his thumb while I beamed back at him. "I have more news." I smiled even wider. "The two paintings he got.... MINE." His jaw nearly hit the floor. "He bought both of YOUR paintings? Did he know they were yours?!" Clearly Lorenzo was just as excited as I was. It took everything in me not to scream so I just shook my head no. The shop was clear at the moment so he yelled "YOU LUCKY LITTLE SHIT" and picked me up and twirled me around. After putting me down I decided I could tell him about Liam asking for my number, he was more than just a boss, I considered him a friend. "Last little bit of news coming your way," I closed my eyes before continuing at such a speed I doubt he even understood me, "Liam asked for my number after!" After a moment I opened my eyes and saw Lorenzo staring in shock. "Please tell me you gave him your number and you two are planning the wedding as we speak. Let me be your maid of honor!!" He smiled and I just laughed and rolled my eyes. "I told him it was against business protocol and I didn't have the time or a phone." Lorenzo's smile quickly faded. "Why would you do something silly like that? You ARE into men aren't you?" I laughed at him and nodded my head yes. "So what's the problem? I love Liam, he's such a sweetheart and just the biggest teddy bear. You need a man. You need to get your freak on girl." I couldn't help but laugh again. "It's not going to happen sweetie. Especially now that I said no, he looked mortified!" Lorenzo just sighed and shook his head. "He's a good boy Soph, he really is." I just looked down and shook my head, not knowing what to say. "Go on, get out of here. I'll close up for you. You go home, take a nice bath, take your crazy pills, and come back to work tomorrow ready to throw yourself at Liam. What time are his paintings being delivered?" I went behind the desk and looked at my notebook, "6 o clock." "I have big ideas for how you'll be looking tomorrow at 6. And if and when that boy flirts with you again, you WILL flirt back or I'll be docking your pay." He gave me a devilish smile and shooed me out of the gallery. On my cab ride home all that I could think about was what Lorenzo had in mind for tomorrow, and why it mattered so much to him. Liam was cute and all, but the last thing on my mind right now was boys. I had school and work and my own life to worry about. Plus, if he was in some band, I knew all I'd ever be was a piece of ass and I certainly wasn't about that life. Or was I?