Adi had topped his year in painting and, with the encouragement of his teachers, had applied for and been granted a visa extension as well as a scholarship to do an honours year. Mack had done well too, and had decided to enrol in a graphic design course with a view to getting a job in advertising.
On the day before the opening, Adi ran into Lisa outside the art school.
“Hey, Adi – do you want to have a coffee?”
“Can’t, sorry – have to finish getting the studio exhibition ready.” He held out a small box of business cards. “I just picked these up.”
“Okay, I’ll see you at the opening then,” Lisa said and turned to go.
“You’re coming?” he called after her.
She turned back to him, “Sure, I wouldn’t miss it. My parents are coming too. They’re friends with Mack’s mum and dad. I’ll introduc
