Ethan's POV
The afternoon sun blazed through the café windows as I slouched in my chair, nursing my third coffee of the day. After sitting through back-to-back lectures, my brain felt like mush.
"Man, I thought that class would never end." Matthew stretched his arms overhead. "Professor Wilson really knows how to drain the life out of everything."
"At least you didn't have to present." Henry rubbed his temples. "I swear he kept staring at me like I'd insulted his mother."
Jacob leaned forward, stirring his untouched latte. "Speaking of presentations, how's that art school of yours coming along, Ethan? When do we get to see some profit rolling in?"
I nearly choked on my coffee. "Profit? We just opened."
"Yeah, but with all that inheritance money behind it, shouldn't it be like... inst
