"I know! That phone has gone everywhere," Eoin said. "So you'll do it?"
"Of course!" Pulling the phone away from her ear, she held it out in front of herself and smiled broadly, snapping what she hoped was a cheerful, sweet photo. "Okay, now what do I do?"
"I need you to send me the photo over text to this number -- it's stored in the phone under Art Project -- and also, can you text me the address of where you are again so I can map you?"
Katie did as he asked, and her photo whoosed through the magic of modern technology and mere seconds later, she heard Eoin say, "Hey, Katie! That's an awesome smile."
"Thanks," she said, and wished she could see Eoin. What if he was terrifically cute? What if he were super handsome? What if he was scarred from a long, hard, Artist's Life and he was looking for love to save him? "So what happens now?"
"Now I take this photo and map it. Thanks for your help! You go put that phone someplace someone will find it and we'll see how long this goes for."
"When do I get to see it? Could I ... come to your studio?"
"Oh, Katie, that's not how I work," Eoin said. "You'll just have to wait for the launch like everyone else."
"Oh. Okay." It wasn't okay. Katie wanted in on this thing from the start. "When will that be?"
"When people stop answering the phone, I guess..." Eoin's voice trailed off. "Look, it's been great talking with you, but I have to go, okay?"
"Thanks again for your help."
"No problem," she said, and then heard Eoin disconnect the phone. She stood there for a while and felt deflated. She missed art. There was a time she used to make it all the time. She used to have projects, too. She'd even almost had a real show, once. She stared at the phone and willed it to ring.
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Melissa comes outside to get Katie's advice on some possible dresses for the party
Katie is approached by a homeless lady looking for change