Fia looked critically at the wall displaying her artworks. It had been an honor when Chitransh had offered her space in the show he was hosting. He had been making a splash in the local arts community. Fia knew him when he was just Chris Roberts in college. He had changed his name to Chitransh in an effort to promote himself. Fia opted not to reveal to the public he was in no way Indian or Hindu. His natural coloring was dark, but anyone who gave it a moment’s thought would realize he was nothing more than a poseur.
Still, his works were popular and Fia wasn’t going to say no. Her income had been rather limited lately because her relationship with George took up so much of her time.
“The idea is to sell, dear Fiadh,” said Chitransh as he inspected her display while walking by.
“I know t
