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" SO, MONDAY, WEDNESDAY, AND EVERY OTHER FRIDAY, FROM ELEVEN TO WHENEVER YOU'RE DONE, " EVIE REPEATS WITH A NOD, SCRIBBLING NOTES IN THE MARGIN OF HER PLANNER. she's sitting crosslegged on the couch in the corner of the studio, a glass of CHARDONNAY in her hand as she sits opposite logan. they're attempting to set a concrete SCHEDULE for his rental of the studio space, the EXPANSION of his business and in a sense, HERS as well. it will take a great deal of PLANNING to pull off both her open house gallery nights, showings, AND logan's fair of studio time, but as dark hues scan her planner, she begins to think it's DOABLE. logan is HOVERING over the planner as well, the man nodding in agreement although he can BARELY read her handwriting —— he'll just have to TRUST her notetaking abilities. " can we do ten-thirty on WEDNESDAYS? i've got class at three that day, " he amends, finger jabbing at the date in the book. " of course, TEN-THIRTY on wednesdays, " she says as she neatly crosses it out and CORRECTS it. the buzzer rings at the front door and she realizes all at once —— SHIT. they've gone over their allotted time in planning and MAGDA is expecting to review the pictures they'd shot. tattooed fingers rub at her temples and she parrots 'just a sec' and heads to let her friend INSIDE. " i completely lost track of TIME, " she groans, ushering magda in the front door and LOCKING it behind them, leading her through the darkened gallery towards the well lit office. " i'm sorry —— i was dead in the end of a MEETING, if you don't mind me talking business for like, TWO seconds? "













